A/N: My second fanfic. just something that popped into my mind after watching Fight Club for the 10000000th time! it's marla's pov since we don't get to see what's going through her head during the movie... sets right after the Narrator shot himself to make Tyler disappear.
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Marla's POV
Poor Tyler... I sit there, looking at his seriously deformed face and all I can think of is why am I feeling sorry for this bastard? He is the reason why I'm fucked up. Well, more fucked up than I was before I met him at least. And now look at me. Having this pathetic look on my face like I'm about to cry. I don't cry. Not outside of any support groups anyway. I kneel next to him. Put his hand into mine. I realize that I have small hands. Very small hands indeed. That's bullshit. I have to focus on what's important and on not my hands. I look at his wound. I have a sudden urge to touch it. Feel the blood and the flesh in my hand. I turn away. "I don't want to do that." I think and I try to think of something else. Then, I notice the gun on the floor. Still smoking. Why would he do that to himself? What made him shoot himself? I sigh. So many questions I wanna ask him. I realize that he is barely breathing.
"Shit! Come on, Tyler. We have to get you to the hospital." I say and I try to help him get up. God he's heavy! He tries to say something. I don't understand a word. His voice is raucous like he has a cold.
"Don't worry. You'll be just fine." I comfort him but- I don't think I really believe what I say. I see the gun again. I leave him there and go to get it. I open it. Only one bullet missing. Can't say I don't know where it went. I stick it in my shoe. I think again. If any of those men come back, I won't be able to take it out fast enough. I take it out of my shoe and put it in my bra. That's better. I return where Tyler is lying and I try again to help his stand on his feet. I won't be able to carry him all the way to the hospital.
"Come on! You have to try too! I'm not that strong, you know!"
It's obvious that he can't move easily. He tries and he finally gets up. I put my arm around his waist and he puts his hand around my neck. Oh yeah. If we keep going like this, we'll be at the hospital in about eight hours. I take him to the elevator, I leave him standing with his back against the elevator wall and I look for the button that says "G" -as in Ground Floor- but I can't find it. I press the one that has the number "1" written on it. The elevator starts moving downwards towards the first floor. Tyler groans. I look at him worryingly. He could barely stand. I turn my eyes away and touch the gun, still placed in my bra. I'm scared but I don't admit it. I don't want to admit it. I look at the elevator doors as they open. I beckon to him to be quiet. I exit slowly -head first- and I look around. There's nobody here. I walk back to the elevator and catch him by the waist before he falls on the floor. An exclamation of pain and surprise comes out of my mouth as we both fell on the elevator floor.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Great!" I was known to use the f-word a lot and in this case, it was the only one I could think of! Tyler had fallen on top of me and this time I didn't want him to be on to of me. I use all the strength I have and I finally manage to move him. As I help him stand, I place again my arm around his waist -not that it helped a lot the last time I did that. We are taking small baby-like steps and almost five minutes later, we reach the exit. I tell him to wait as go out to look for a taxi -there was no way I was gonna carry him all that way. He complains and mumbles something I don't understand -again.
Why am I doing this? I can't get this question off my head. Why am I doing this? As I walk outside, I light a cigarette. The feeling of fulfillment is so overwhelming. I stick it in between my lips as I step down the pavement looking for a taxi. I see a car coming fast. I don't move. He's gonna slow down, I think but he doesn't. I jump as fast as I can back up the pavement. The cigarette falls from my mouth.
"You fucking idiot! God!" I yell but no one seems to pay attention. I could have been killed and still, no one would care. I light an other cigarette after cursing the driver for making me drop the previous one.
"Ugh! Finally! A taxi!" I sigh and I wave at the driver to stop.
"Ok. Wait here." I say to him and I go back inside where Tyler is waiting.
"Come on. Just a few more steps." I keep encouraging him. We reach the taxi and I open the door. Probably something I should have done before because now I can't really move... After some trying, I manage to put Tyler in the back seat. I enter the car after him and he lies down with his head on my lap.
"To the nearest hospital! And hurry up! Stop looking at me like that!" I say to the driver who is staring at me like he just saw an alien or something.
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