"Well, isn't this a lovely little tea party?"
Emil didn't fear anything, only one thing really. His spine went rigid and perfectly straight and he sat there by Nicolette, never once letting her hand drop for even a moment for the fear that Simon might snatch it and his Nicole would be lost to him forever. "What are you doing here Simon? She clearly doesn't want you."
Simon actually looked smug in that charcoal suit of his, with the starched and pressed white shirt. "Because we can really tell that," Simon started sarcastically, "Face it Emil, you don't want to give her up, even with that lovely tart of a nurse that's just begging for you and Nikki begging for me." He smiled. Emil's grip tightened on Nikki's hand and Simon smirked even more. There wasn't a whole lot that he could last forever from so he figured that he might as well give this a go. And the clarity of the rage that Emil felt was rapture to Simon. He absolutely reveled in it. "We both know why I was called."
"Leave her alone Simon. She's doesn't need huge amounts of people in here when she wakes up. You know how she likes to appear weak. So why don't you just run along and play and I'll take care of her?" Viens were now starting to stick out of Emil's forehead and the color rushed to his face, nice, plump, and pink.
Simon looked more smug if that was even possible. Emil despised how perfect and pressed he seemed. His suit was always starched, without the slightest wrinkle upon the fabric, shoes never had a scuff, buttons done the 'right' way which Emil didn't understand how there was a right way to do buttons, and tie centered with the right amount hang and tightness to it. There was nothing that anyone could ever say about Simon's appearance that was wrong. He was the perfect specimen of dressiness with a slight touch of casual. No one would ever think any less of him. "Oh, Emil, I can make you leave if it really comes to that, but right now I'm feeling some sympathy to you. You can't even make up your mind on the women you want. Now, let me see her."
Emil looked between the girl lying in front of him, her hand clasped in his two larger ones, and Simon. He didn't want to leave. He could convince her of the evils of Simon. Would she believe him though? The only way to know was to stay here and that meant giving up his spot by her and letting Simon touch her. It seemed his decision was made for him. He was outsmarted by the enemy.
Emil let go of her hand and placed it softly by her body and then shifted his chair back and looked forlornly at her stagnant body. He turned in his space and walked to the door and shut it most of the way. He didn't want anyone to see this, but he didn't want to be alone with the door shut around Simon. Something made Emil's hair stand on the back of his neck when he was around the guy. He sat in the chair on the right side of the door and he watched the creepy moment transpiring in front of him. Simon had shifted the chair closer to the bed as he figured the man would do, but then he gently caressed Nicole's cheek as if she was his lover and she responded to it. Some of the beauty came back that had been drained by being in the hospital for this period of time.
Simon was sitting there all calm and collected and he looked like a regular guy. It seemed so different than the Simon everyone knew. What creepy universe was Emil stuck, he thought to himself. He didn't know but it wasn't good. They loved each other but in what way, he wasn't quite sure. He knew it would be a mystery for awhile. They were good at disguising their relationship. Even people in the obvious didn't think Simon was interested in her.
A smile graced Simon's face and it was a wonder that Emil didn't start screaming and running in the other direction because with the nonverbal clue apparently given to her via telepathy that she could receive, her lips twitched slightly upwards. Simon just sat there smiling down at her as if they hadn't just fought over her. He brushed her hair back and touched her face very softly. This was never the Simon anyone got to see and it would be a long time to come before someone saw it again, he bet. The gentle and tenderness was something rarely seen from either of them, both were just too involved in themselves to care about others. He wouldn't even be surprised if she woke up from all this softness.
And in a split second it was over. Simon got up briskly and looked around. "Well, take good care of her I have a couple of things I need to do a couple of things before I come back. If she wakes up call me and don't think I won't find out." Simon fixed his tie and buttoned his jacket back up, both details that Emil had missed and Simon looked straight at him. "I will hurt you if anything happens to her and I don't know about it." He said very seriously and walked out the room.
Once again, Emil was left alone with Nicole waiting on her to wake up. He didn't really want to touch her after Simon had and she hadn't washed up at all. Too creepy, he thought, but there are still a lot of unanswered questions. He didn't know how or where this relationship had developed and why he hadn't seen it earlier. Emil prided himself on knowing these things. More than that, he loved Nicolette who was the strongest craziest force in his whole life. There would and could never be a copy of Nicolette in the exact image and anything less than Nicole would be in some shape or form imperfect. He still sat down in the seat next to the door and watched her. She would eventually wake up and they would have lots of unanswered questions. He was unlike the rest of the world and had not talked about his flash to anyone. No one asked about it. He, simply, found time to watch Nikki and not worry about what happened in a dream, a dream of a date six months from now.
He awoke as the door slowly creaked open as not to wake anyone. Whoever it was had failed because in not trying to wake the occupants of the room, they had awoken Emil. He blinked several times and looked around. The culprit received him. "Hey," She said brightly as he realized who had open the door and woken him up with the sound. It was Amy, the daytime nurse. He smiled to her and put a hand out which she readily took as she helped him out of his seat.
He hugged her delighted to know he had comfort in his arms. He could convince himself that everything with Simon was just a dream and that this was what he was waiting for. "Hey," The sound came out, muffled by her shirt as he nuzzled her shoulder with his nose. He looked at his watch and just like she said, back in six hours on the dot which meant he only got about three to four hours of sleep. God, he didn't like the fact that he hadn't gotten much rest but moreover he didn't like falling asleep so close to the time that Nicole could be waking up. What if she didn't know where she was or was scared? What was he going to do to help her when he was asleep? He still had a small frame wrapped up in his muscles and tried not to rub his face in her sleeve too much, she would just probably have to wash this outfit anyway.
"How've you been?" She asked with a smile on her face. She drifted gracefully, step step step, to the side of the bed where the chair had been seated and felt around her face. Her face was concentrated on Nicolette but Emil could tell from the brief time that he had known Amy that she was bending her ear to hear him.
He walked over and hugged her from the back. All of this was his. She wanted him and it was painfully obvious, the way she was always around and always found excuses to be around. He never had to worry. He didn't think about the others and instead his main focus was on her. "Doing good, glad I got a few hours of sleep. I definitely needed them and what's a few hours anyway, she was still the same when I woke up." The waking up comment reminded him of her and how she had woken him. "Thanks for that by the way."
"Well, if we're lucky," Amy said, looking at all the vital signs. "she'll be awake in a few hours and we can really see what's going on in that head of hers." Emil's heart stopped for a second. She could be awake in a few hours? Right now, he wanted her to stay asleep. There was nothing that could possibly make him want to deal with Simon again just a few hours after he had done it once.
He stifled his horror with a smile, it would be too hard to tell Amy all the complicated things about Nicole and Simon right now. No reason came to mind, why he should sully their relationship in the early stages with this big bombshell. She was important enough to Nicolette and to himself that such things would just be too hard to explain. "Yeah, well, I'll be here when she wakes up. She needs someone to fill her in on the last few days anyway. Things have been kind of crazy." Within the six days that he was in the hospital, he hadn't gotten much sleep or much to eat. He had been watching her all his days since the blackout. Didn't even turn on a tv, for the sake that it might wake Nicole and knowing that he didn't want to wake her till she was ready.
She turned around in his arms and kissed his chest. He realized how big he was compared to such the tiny woman. He felt like a giant suddenly. She was normal and he was different. He dismissed it as she unwrapped herself. "Well, I got other patients, but when she wakes up, call me. And when she wakes up, you need to go home." She said sweetly, "it's nice that you care for her but you need to be taken care of too." He smiled as she walked off. He snuck out and went the opposite direction of Amy. He need to get away from Nicole and the prospect of having to speak to Simon again.
He went to the cafeteria, the most obvious place to feel at least a little bit alive in this sterilized morgue. There he saw a beautiful blonde haired woman who Lloyd, one of his coworkers was staring at. He didn't blame the guy, she was blonde and within his age range. He imagined that they would look very cute together. He picked up some fruit and got a closer look. The woman was very pretty but hardly worth Emil's effort. With the way, she coyly picked up her coffee and paid for it, she could tell he was staring. There was something between them, what it was, he wasn't sure. Lloyd and his life were always a bit of a mystery around the office. He noticed more things than anyone and yet as a scientist, conjecture seemed most fitting for Lloyd which neither Emil or the rest of the lab really got. Still, they left the poor man alone to his devices, satisfied that if anything there was no need to start something in the lab to destabilize the work environment.
After they both left, Emil slumped to the counter to pay for his coffee and food. No sense in sticking around here when there was nothing to do. And as much as he hated the prospect of hearing from Simon again he was ecstatic of the thought of Nicolette being awake again. They could go home sooner when she was awake and then they could get back to work. They could do things with order back in their lives.
He gave some money to the cashier and went off back to the room, slowly and sluggishly, thinking about how badly Amethyst's comments rung true. He desperately needed to sleep a full night's sleep and he was sure that the clothes that he had on positively needed to be washed as well as himself. He wasn't sure when she would wake up but mercy was grateful the day that she did. He opened the door and closed it most of the way behind him. He slumped into the chair next to the door and sipped his coffee, his weary eyes not perking up. This was only temporary. His inner self was not tired but the biological need for sleep and the chemicals of sleep were becoming desperate. That was why he drank coffee every night. A poor substitute for what his body wanted but a substitute none the less. He wasn't even a man anymore, no he was much less than a man. He was just a robot, trained to protect her.
He didn't even blink as he looked at her. Amy wasn't around and he never did anything out of the ordinary. He watched her like he did everyday of their lives together. She took a liking to him and he was so lucky to have her but she didn't appreciate him. His movements were mechanical as he got up and went to sit down next to her, as if she could hear him, he started talking to the catatonic woman that slept before him, her hand clutched in his. "Nicole, I have loved you since the day I saw you in our first class together, you shined like anything I could ever imagine and you picked me. But since then I've always been a shadow to you. And Amy, she's everything you're not. She sees me and I think we'll be very happy together and you with whoever you choose but that means this whole cat and mouse game is over. I can't take care of you forever, I guess this is good bye." He said, and as he said the words he wept.
Amy decided not to intrude on what seemed like a private manner. She stood there at the door and listened to the sadness in the weeping voice and the snore in reply that seemed more sad than sleepy. As he finished, she knew that she would have to give them their space to work this out. Nothing like this was going to be patched up easily. She had seen the other man come in and even looked a little strangely at the pristine and perfect condition of the suit. He wasn't the only man in a suit to be here lately. He reminded her of Lloyd Simcoe who was playing the seduction game with her boss. He was the father of Dylan Simcoe who was one of her best patients. Still the other man, seemed oddly out of place, because he didn't have a specific reason to be there and he was only there that one specific night. He hadn't been heard from again since the eleventh. She suspected more than just a coincidence that Simcoe and the mystery man were the only suits she had seen around her patients. She just didn't know what the connection was. She slinked away and went to investigate a little further into the name Simcoe. Surely, there was something she could find. She would check on Nicole later and have someone who didn't know the couple in the room check on them now.
Okay, so this is my author note and I want to thank anyo of you reading my story right now. Just like I promised, there was some Simon in this Chapter and there's going to be more to come. I finally got it worked out to where this will actually start going places, so I hoped you liked the beginning because in the next few chapters it's going to be going into the actual storyline of the T.V. Show. I hope you liked my Simon. As always, if you have questions, comments, concerns, or even suggestions, leave me a review and I will be happy to answer your thoughts on the matter. And now for the next chapter preview:
"Emil noticed that in one of Simon's hands there was also a bunch of flowers, a multitude of fuchsia roses and bluebonnets with some maroon colored flower he didn't recognize. Simon put her down on the floor and righted her and then he gave her the flowers"
