Cowboy Bebop: One More Car, One More Rider
A/N: I'm a baaaaaaaaaaddd boy, it's been a year since I swooped in and made this story, and I haven't updated it once, but everyone who's read and not reviewed are baaaaaaaad boys and girls too, for reading and not taking the time to type out a simple message to let me know you read and liked/disliked it.
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Chapter 2 – Moments of Quiet Contemplation
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They say that meditation is good for you, a little time to just sit and clear your mind, silence, nothing but a nice time to sit back, relax, and not think of anything for an hour.
Most people however, find this practice to be very hard, as people lead such busy lives that an hour to sit around and do seemingly nothing is what feels like a huge waste of time.
But when you have nothing to do but lay around, Meditation is the best way to pass the time short of sleep, especially if you have things you would rather not think about as you wait to recover.
It had been a week now, Jet and Faye were still coming in regularly to change my bandages, sometimes they talked, other times they were quiet, usually it was small talk though, Faye especially, she seemed to be avoiding talking to me as a person so much as talking to me as if she was reading the news off my face, sometimes I caught her staring at me when she thought I wasn't looking, but that might have been the curse of my own sick head.
Jet on the other hand, he spoke a lot of the past, our busts together, what Ed was doing, even though the girl had only been gone awhile, she still seemed to keep in touch with Jet through E-mails, Jet probably wouldn't admit it, but he was glad the hyperactive girl was still in touch, I could tell by his voice.
So far as I knew, I was being fed through a tube at the moment, because they weren't prying my mouth open and I felt a prick in my arm now and then, I was glad to see that I once again wasn't paralyzed, but I couldn't wait to take a good look at myself when I was healed though, I was sure there would be some serious scars from the fight, Vicious had cut me pretty bad, a couple of times, plus the gunshot wounds and the dagger, it was a miracle that the doc had anything to put together at all.
I was to where I could turn my head a bit, form short words, but I still couldn't move my body, nor could I lift my head, so I was constantly dry mouth.
But hey, I was alive right?
"Define Alive." My mind shot at me, after all, the woman I loved was dead, my former friends and coworkers, but in a way, I was more alive than I had been since before I joined the Red Dragons, I was free, free of command, free of responsibility, I was once more a man on my own, my own identity, Spike Spiegel was free for one of the first times in his life.
I smiled slightly at this.
"What the hell are you smiling about lunkhead?" apparently it was time for Faye to work on my bandages, she sighed a bit, "Well?" she asked, knowing I could respond now.
I paused for a bit, thinking about it, the only thing I could come up with came out of my mouth, "Free."
She looked at me and laughed slightly, "Yeah? Well, I don't think you are free yet, you owe me, I can't get in my ship without sitting on your blood, and I'm sorry, but that's disgusting." She sounded light hearted, yet it seemed she was holding back something she wanted to say, it always did, ever since she had met and talked to Julia it always seemed like she was hiding something, but I just can't put my finger on it for the life of me.
"Yeah…you should be really damn thankful Spike, You probably would be dead if it wasn't for me." She sighed, I thought for a moment.
"Thanks." I mumbled, her eyes darted to mine and she looked shocked, as if I'd grown a second head and my afro had turned into a talking green cat at the same time,
"What?" She asked, unsure she'd heard me right, I wasn't the type to thank anyone in the past, but this once I felt like she deserved a little thanks, she had saved my life after all.
"Thank….you…" I managed to get out, talking was hard, dry mouth, and lack of use had made my voice unrecognizable to even myself, but at least I could be heard.
Faye's face became unreadable and she finished her work quickly, not saying another word to me as she worked, and leaving as soon as she was done with my wounds, Jet was the one to handle washing me anyway, it was gross, but it'd happened before after all.
I thought about it "Why did she run off so fast? I only said thank you…but then again, why did I say that?" I asked myself in my mind, I couldn't be sure really, but I was glad that I had, for some reason it felt like the right thing to do, she had saved my life after all.
I sighed and closed my eyes, I needed some sleep, and nothing interesting was going to happen for awhile, or at least it was pretty unlikely.
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There you go Space Cowboys, Chapter two, try and Review and I'll update faster next time.