Dark. Everything's dark. Screams. She hears them. They're all round. Pain. A lot. But she's used to it. Nothing new for her. She doesn't want to open her eyes, because she know what she'll see: blood, other screams, other pain and sufferance, but not hers, her old team mate's one.
And yet her eyelids open and everything is like a fast flash in her mind. She screams like a mad, she shakes, hits everything near with arms and legs.
Only then, her eyes open for real. She springs up, wide eyed, heavy breathing and sweaty. Her eyes scan the room she's in: nothing special, a bed, a wardrobe and a table.
Her brain pulsates: she still hears the pain the war left in her, a mental suffering.
She was once a nurse, now she's a killing psychopath, that adores seeing the blood dripping, the life disappearing from her victim's eyes, while her scalpel digs in their chests and hearts.
She was scared of herself, of her "mad" side.
Her yellow irises spring toward the door that is opening. Everything happens in a few of seconds: with a jump, with a scalpel in her hands, she's already on the intruder.
He doesn't even let out a noise of surprise when the girl lands on him, blocking him with the blade near his neck.
"Calm down Maeve, it's just me" that all the white-haired boy says, while his jugular is still dangerously near to the cold scalpel.
"Abe? What are you doing here?" in her annoyed tone, there's a hint of relief in knowing that the one that entered her room in the night is an acquaintance.
"I heard you screaming and shaking" he rises a little "I thought it was a good idea to come and check"
Maeve doesn't moves the surgical tool from the boy's neck while she speaks "Horrible idea to tell the truth: entering the room of a mentally ill person, at night, all alone? You're not afraid that a monster like me could kill you easily?" in her voice there was a light trembling, a dull cry.
"No" is Abe's simple answer.
"N-no?" now the girl was really trembling "Y-you're not afraid? I-I can k-kill you right here, right now a-and y-you're not a-afraid?" She can feel the tears rising, clouding her sight.
"I have no reason to fear a poor victim of the war's horrors, who's mind is haunted by pain.", once again, the boy's voice was calm and firm, without fear.
Maeve's arms fell on her sides, her stare lost in the emptiness and heavy breathing.
She noticed that she is trembling, her body shaken by a rampant shuddering, while her fingers are closing around the blade of the scalpel, cutting her hand's palm.
Abe is looking the poor girl, that has experienced horrors worse than his worst nightmares.
Almost as a reflex, an instinct, the boy drags the shaking ghost into a hug.
A hug…..? This means that she is not forgotten by everyone? That there's still someone that doesn't see her as a killing monster, except her old friend Lady Weiss…?
She can't hold it anymore: she start to sob in the white-haired boy's arms, cries without the fear of being heard, she clings with her blood stained hands to the once-white jacket that belongs to who she can call "Angel Savior".
"You're not a monster. Monster do not cry. Monsters doesn't have feeling. You have them, they're simply scarred" while saying this, he tightened his arms around the trembling girl, that for the first time in a lot of years, falls asleep, without fear, without worrying about the nightmares, that for this night, din't come.