II: A Love Withdrawal


"Kid, kid-"
He gave a sigh of exasperation, looking around for once in his life not knowing what the hell to do. Last time he left her alone he knew that her father would come and snatch her from any danger but right now, no one else was there but him and a the pale body of what looked nothing like a young woman.
She took a gasping breath in, her eyes burst open widely and she took deep breaths until she gradually slowed down.
"You stopped your medications, didn't you?"
She spoke out of breath, taking quick and short breaths between syllables.
"Poi..son..n..ot.. med..i..ca.."
"Kid, stop talking, a simple head shake would of sufficed especially in your condition. Shit. Shit."
He was thinking wildly. Wanting to ask a million questions but at the same time wanting to run away and forget she was here, seemingly at the brink of dying any time she attempts to exude any effort. Even an emotion was deadly. He didn't want to care for this! A little help now and then for a cute girl in need and then go on his way with his unattached merry life. He cant blame himself for this, he was technically here on business, two fresh bodies. Hard to resist precious anatomy. Yet, concern fevered his head.

She passed out, her breaths long but even. He knew someone! He had her right in the back of his head, one of his clients. One of his first clients to.. offer different payments. He struggled to remember her name, pacing the girl's bedroom. Sighing, he looked at her and in a few seconds, the whip of his coat leaving the doorway.

She woke up, weak and once again, alone. Alone in the way she has never experienced even while her father worked on innocent bodies. The feeling seemed to keep heavy on her, increasing the weight over the days with no time to brace herself. She felt herself a weakness that she only remembered when she once slept through her medication reminders.
'Poison..' she thought, thinking back to when she felt ill and she popped those damn pills like they were little angels in tiny capsules. She would imagine that the little things worked so hard on the inside but never could fully heal her, so they just passed out when they couldn't do anymore and she felt grateful. In truth, they were demons that ravaged her body and confined her like a slave to her bedroom. Just like now, she was too weak. She couldn't understand it. If she stopped taking it, shouldn't she feel better? Her head spun wildly as she attempted to lift it. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't pick up the pills. She had really done it now.
'I cant.. move.. it hurts too much.. what do i do?..' She thought.
She closed her eyes.
'I regret nothing... I refused to keep poisoning myself... and i have nothing to be ashamed for.. if i die because I won't take what my so called father made me take to keep me sick.. then fine...i..'
She heard voices. Different sounds were swimming in waves, rising and lowering in volume. She knew she was sick now.
She opened her eyes; she could barely make out two figures. A very, very tall man. She could swear that he was past the height of her ceiling, which was impossible. She squinted in confusion. Another presence, with a figure similar to that of Amber Sweet, hovering over her. Bright lights shone over her eyes.
It started to destroy her. She shivered violently, eyes a straining red and pink, sweats until she started to reach a dangerous stage of dehydration.
"What happened to her? She's in a state of withdrawal, what kind of drugs have you been giving her you bastard?" She was shining a flashlight over her face.
"Me? It was her father goddamn it, Jasmine just HELP her, for me, please!"
She had a suitcase sized medical kit, with an unusual symbol in red, and she laid it on the floor swiftly picking up and going through various tools with a panic in her eyes.
"This girl is weaker than I've ever seen; no one is that pale a color. I need her in an upright position."
'I didn't think I'd love you so much...
Shiloh, you're the world to me...'
She shivered violently, gasping breaths came out and she starting to pull her legs and hands inward to a pained fetal position.
"How, how do we do that?"
"YOU do that, damn it, sit on the end of the bed and pull her to your chest.. erg.. like a child, Graverobber look at her! We're losing her, just do it!"
He bit his lip. He hovered over her, his body already covering her and most of the bed. He put his hand on both side of her arms and she squeaked, pulling herself back as though the sensation she felt was pain. He looked back at Jasmine who was messily putting together a contraption and filling up a syringe.
"I need her upright, now!"
He pulled her into his chest by wrapping his arm around her back, latching onto her waist, like a crane dipping into the bed and pulling her in. At the end of the bed, he cradled her to his chest. He had one hand holding her head to his chest, his other wrapped around her waist. He rested his chin on her head, whispering to her softly.
You can get through this, Shi..just.. hang on for a little bit.. She knows what she's doing, "Jasmine, she knows.."
Her body shivering violently, she responded with little whimpers that escaped her throat. He gave Jasmine a look of panic and helplessness. Jasmine prepared a syringe full of a clear liquid.
"I need to pierce into her side.. shit. Okay, now pull her dress up. Yeah, right there. I need a good spot and.."
With one hand, he pulled the right side of her dress up and she stabbed the needle into her side. Graverobber held her body closely, more tightly than he has ever held anyone before. Shiloh gave a great gasp and suddenly went limp. Both Graverobber and Jasmine were moist with sweat and their faces were twisted with struggle.

She didn't breathe. She had no heartbeat. She was motionless, in the arms of a necromerchant.