Lucy groaned as she lay in her bed, she had decided to get some rest after Desmond had been put down. She knew she was going to get worse as well so she wanted to get as much rest as possible, too bad she only got a few hours of sleep before waking up to a blinding light. "Ugh, that hurts", she groaned as she put a hand over her eyes and tried to feel around for the curtains to cover the large window in her room. She felt much worse than before, despite closing the blinds, she could see random spots of color, obviously caused by the massive migraine she had. She felt like she had just ran five miles and climbed Mount Everest. "Fuck", she curled up in a ball on her bed, she could already tell that mayonnaise tuna sandwich Rebecca made would end up on the floor.
She tried sitting up since staying in the fetal position didn't help much. 'Why did it affect me faster than Desmond?' After all, it took him nearly two weeks to actually feel sick, "not fucken fair" she grumbled as she lay back on her pillow. It hurt to think, she just wanted to fall asleep again but if she didn't think of anything, she'd be more aware of show shitty she felt. There was a soft tap on her door, but to Lucy it sounded loud as hell. "ugh, oh God."
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Rebecca poked her head into her room.
"What do you think? Pretty fucked up right now," Lucy whimpered, "some sleeping pills sounds good right now, right after I vomit that damn sandwich you made me." She wheezed, trying to keep that heavy feeling in her stomach at bay.
Rebecca walked fully into the room and sat at the edge of the bed, "sorry, you know we don't have any." Rebecca stared at the wall, "Shaun doesn't think this is the flu."
"Kinda figured. How's Desmond?"
"Same as you, maybe worse. We wrapped his fingers up but the bleeding won't stop, they hurt like a bitch. He's having trouble talking now too."
"Yeah, mine feel like they're being stretched out, but they're not bleeding." She swallowed multiple times to keep the bile from rising. "At least my cuts don't hurt anymore"
"That's good, hopefully they won't get infected."
'Too late for that,' Lucy thought as she cracked her eyes open and sat up on her elbows. "I want to see Desmond."
Rebecca looked at her sick friend, "why?"
Lucy didn't look away, "misery loves company."
"I'm not sure, I'll have to ask Shaun."
Lucy glared at her friend, "what's the worst that can happen? We're both sick anyways!"
"I'll ask him," and with that, Rebecca turned and left the darkened room. As the door to her room closed, Lucy rolled off her bed onto the hardwood floor, the pain didn't even register, her whole damn body already felt like hell. She reached for the metal trash can by her closet and stuck her head in. Her tuna sandwich finally decided to give her a little relief.
She wasn't sure how long she'd sat there on the floor five minutes? An hour? She couldn't really tell time anymore. Probably wasn't that long though, it doesn't take an hour to convince someone to go into another room.
"Hey, oh jeez, you threw up didn't you?" Rebecca scrunched up her nose, "look Shaun caved but I'm not sure you should be walking around right now."
Lucy looked up at Rebecca, "it's okay, throwing up made me feel a little better and I still want to see him."
"Fine, just hold on," Rebecca left and soon reappeared with Shaun. He opened his mouth to say something but Lucy interjected.
"No Shaun, you can't change my mind. Just help me up guys, please."
Shaun and Rebecca walked over to her and slowly helped Lucy to her feet. Despite their cautiousness, she was still hit with a new wave of nausea , her knees gave out from under her.
"Lucy, are you alright?" A concerned Shaun asked.
"Yeah, just take me to his room," she snapped, she was getting annoyed at being asked that question.
"Look, we're letting you go in there but you're not staying long, alright?" Shaun gave her a-don't-argue-with-me look.
"Fine," she didn't feel like fighting with him anyways. As Rebecca opened the door Lucy closed her eyes. "Ow."
"What is it?" Rebecca asked.
"Nothing, the light just hurts my eyes."
"I'll see if I can find some sunglasses later."As they made their way down the hall, Lucy wondered if Becca had made the same promise to Desmond. No doubt his hurt also.
As they opened the door, she was unsurprised to find it dark also. Desmond was sprawled out on his bed,his grimy clothes still on. Was he still out from the tranquilizers? Or was he just trying to sleep? She wasn't sure but he was a lot quieter than before. The other two assassins propped her on the edge of his bed and took a step back. Both stared at her as she looked back at them."You can go now." With that, they exited the room quietly.
"Hey, you awake?"
His eyes slowly opened, he looked groggy. "Luce?" he whispered as he struggled to get into a sitting position.
She gave him a smile, which looked more like a grimace, "yeah, it's me." He looked at her pale face, his eyes traveling to her bandaged arm.
"I'm sorry." His voice sounded raspy, it probably hurt to talk.
She edged closer to him, "it's okay." She tried smiling again but Desmond shook his head and gave her a solemn look.
"No, it's not. You know it's not." She moved her face closer to his and grabbed both sides of his face with her hands forcing him to look at her, a move that probably hurt both of them.
"Everything will be fine! We'll both be fine! You were just out of it for a bit, it's only the flu!" She said desperately, trying to convince herself more than him.
He leaned his forehead on hers, she could feel his sweat and heat as well as her own. "No it's not, you can feel it, just like me. I'm sorry," he sighed as he closed his eyes.
"For what?" Her voice came out squeaky.
He opened his eyes again and looked straight into hers, "for not saving the world. I- I- I- can't remember things. I'm forgetting. It hurts to try and remember." He looked frightened "I can barely remember anything from my Animus sessions. Only bits, I'm forgetting, I'm forgetting everything and I don't know what to do."
Lucy choked back a sob, her eyes were beginning to sting from tears threatening to fall. "Oh God, oh Desmond." How had everything gone to hell so quickly? She wanted to look away, she didn't want to see how fragile Desmond was right now but she was too scared he'd be gone when she looked back. She knew it wasn't the Animus sessions that was causing this because she was beginning to forget too.
"I wish I didn't kill you too," he whispered. It was just now that Lucy realized how close her face was to his, she could feel his ragged breath on her mouth. The tears she'd been holding back finally fell, she didn't know what to say to him, she didn't want to lie to him. "I know I'll be gone soon, so I- so I just want to tell you something before time runs out. Lucy looked back at him and nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Okay, so I was going to add more to this but I decided to split that up into another chapter too, so the story will be at least 4 chapters long now. I wasn't very happy with how chapter 1 turned out, not enough detail and I did a bit more telling that showing, so as you can see, this is the result: it's longer and has more detail.
Also, yes I did realize it was "Shaun" and not "Sean" after I published it so I fixed that mistake in this chapter. Hopefully you guys don't find this chapter TOO boring, I think it'll get more interesting in chapter 3. ;) Again, critics are welcomed!