Yes this is late, I'm so sorry but I had a practical exam yesterday and I had a ton of work to do. And I haven't forgotten about "The Test," I'm just too tired to update it at the moment when I still have 2 pieces of homework to do for tomorrow and I'm just generally exhausted (stressful week :( ) I'm not sure about the ending, but I couldn't think how else to end it.
The clock had shown two minutes to nine last time Danny had looked. Mind you, there had also been a full bottle of wine next to him last time as well. Now it was almost empty, only remnants remaining in the bottle, and the clock now showed roughly eleven pm. He couldn't tell the time for certain, the numbers seemed to blurry. "I'm too tired to be able to read a clock," he mused internally. "Or, alternatively, too drunk." For some reason this thought made him happy. Wine always made him happy, allowing him to let the memories slip out of her mind. It didn't help him to sleep though. Every time his eyes closed he was back on the ship, his fingers grasping the needle of insulin.
Unsteadily he pulled himself up from the floor, using the chair as a support, and slowly made his way across towards her room. Her door was slightly ajar, letting him glimpse a little of her world. Photos of her family were on a table close to the door, including a photo of her with William North. Danny turned away from the photo as he entered her room, inhaling in the faint traces of her perfume that still remained. She had long since gone, probably to apologise to Will. Maybe she just couldn't stand to be in the same room as a murderer. Maybe it was both.
His mind was set, he had to go, leave. To where, to do what, he didn't know. He just knew that Zoe couldn't be able to stand him, he couldn't even stand himself.
Brrrr. The door bell rung. Danny grabbed hold of Zoe's bedroom door and managed to slowly walk to the sofa, laying himself down onto it. Maybe if he left it long enough they'd go away, leave him alone. They didn't. The doorbell rang again, and a third time. He thought they'd go away then. There was a longer pause than before, but then he heard the sound of a key being slotted in the lock, and the door creaking open.
"Danny?" she asked. It wasn't Zoe. Softly she closed the door and walked over to where he lay, sitting on the chair next to the sofa. He opened his eyes, but it was all a blur.
"H...how did you get in?" he slurred.
"Zoe leant me her keys," Ruth answered patiently and quietly. "She didn't want you to be on your own." Danny slowly sat up, waiting for the world to stop spinning before replying.
"I'm... I'm fine..." She stood up and sat next to Danny, softly taking his hand.
"Danny... you made the right choice."
"He's dead," he answered simply, "And I killed him."
"It was the right call. However hard it is to stomach, you did the right thing."
"I don't think it is," he answered bluntly. "Why... why don't you just leave me alone?"
He turned away from Ruth sharply, making the world spin again once more. He missed her small smile to him, but heard her whispered response.
"Because that's what friends are for."
