This is chapter number four and I'm a little disappointed with the lack of reviews you guys. I'm not just talking to my regulars either because I've had over 130 views this month. It might just be because of the hype related to the fall of cryingsilver but if you stop in let me know what you think. Hey, send me a raging flame if you want, I don't even care. If it's good I'll point it on my wall of hell fire but I can't make that wall with no bricks of searing hot hatred can I? Of course not! So please review me or Damien may never wake up cause I'm writing this story for you guys.

Chapter 4:

Nightfall came and went unnoticed under the florescent glow of the sterile lights in the infirmary and all I could smell was industrial cleaning solution. I'd been here for what seemed like hours without sleep, this hurt too much for that, and I still couldn't decide if it was too noisy or too quiet. Sixteen hours without a single sailor telling you what to do was great but thee incessant bitching was almost preferable to the buzz of hospital lights and the electricity running through the walls. I shifted against the pain in my back, fucking plastic chairs, I thought. I felt the stubble building up on my chin. I'd been here all day, ever since I'd heard about what had happened. I hadn't even gone to the deck for my shift with Ronland and it was showing in my bedraggled appearance. I coughed loudly, god my mouth was dry. I stood and stretched in spite of my protesting muscles and walked to the door. I stopped and turned around when I stood in the doorway,

"Don't die while I'm getting a drink Damien." I said. It took me maybe three minutes to get to the mess hall but only two seconds before Ashley, Damien's new piece, assaulted me.

"Stud, is he okay? Has he woken up? Is he stable? How is he COME ON AND TELL ME ALREADY!!!" she screamed the just as soon as I walked up to the counter where she was serving breakfast. I looked at her with weary eyes and grabbed one of the paper cups on the counter, not even bothering to see what was in it, cat piss would do at this point. I chugged it, orange juice, grabbed another and downed that one as well, grape juice. I continued this process until I'd gone through most of the cups on the counter top and had sampled grapefruit juice, lemonade, water, milk, chocolate milk, and coffee…that one wasn't very fun though.

"What?" I demanded not having paid any attention to her earlier babblings. She sighed. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail high on her head and several strands refused to obey, falling into her face and she was wearing a navy blue long sleeved shirt under her apron regulations! But she pulled it off with her pouty lips as she stood there with her arms crossed under her full breasts.

"How is Damien?" she repeated. I grunted,

"You'd know if you'd stayed." Maybe that was too much, I thought, she'd just wanted to get to work on time after all. I looked up to see how hurt she was looking over my stupidity,

"Sorry it's early, he would've wanted you to go to work. No change, the doctor say he should be dead so anything at this point is good." I shrugged and grabbed a tray. "What's for breakfast?" I asked. Ashley sighed again and picked up her serving spoon,

"Meat, not meat." She informed me, pointing to two separate trays of gray-brown paste. I cringed and opted for meat.

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I ate quickly and returned to Damien's room. When I returned Ronland was sitting in my seat next to Damien's bed with a smug expression on his face.

"Stuedderik, it's well past time for your shift to start." He said simply, as if that was supposed to mean jack-shit to me.

"Get out of my seat." I responded. He glared at me over the horned rim of his glasses but obliged.

"Let's go, watching the seas is important business." He said. I dropped into the seat and laughed under my breath at him,

"You know they have radar on this ship, and satellite imaging, what the fuck do they need you for? You're useless, what'd they just throw you up in the mast to keep you away from anything important?" I mocked. Surprisingly it seemed to hit a cord and Ronland marched out of the room, fuming. Only to return to the room moments later with two members of the security force.

"You are coming with me you little punk or these two are going to throw you in the brig." I threw my head back in hysterical laughter for a brief moment and then surveyed the men. One was about my height and had an athletic build to compensate for his crooked nose and squinty eyes; definitely a brawler while the other was short but definitely lifted a lot of weights. I shook my head,

"Nah, I think I can take 'em." Ronland looked to the two men and back when they didn't move,

"Well you heard him, arrest this man!" the brawler stepped forward and cracked his knuckles,

"Thought you'd never ask boss." I sat there with a smile and waited for him as he crossed the room, observing his movements and when he threw his first punch I leaned the chair back onto its back legs and kicked him in the chin. I let myself fall to the floor and pushed the tipped chair into his other leg. As he fell the bigger man came for me and proceeded to throw several hard punches at my face, I punched him in the chest as hard as I could in the three inches between us and he stumbled back. Thank you Bruce Lee. Brawler was just getting back up but I picked him up from the floor by his throat and gave him a choke slam to hell. Gotta love the WWE. Muscles came in for a second round and I hit him with three very quick left jabs and a hard right straight. Ricky Paccio. He stumbled but he didn't go down so I grabbed his wrist and snaked around his arm putting him in a guillotine chokehold. UFC tournament 2008. As they lay on the floor I righted my chair and sat back down wit ha smirk,

"How did you do that?" Ronland stammered from where he still stood at the door, apparently ready to let others fight his battles.

"Two things: the first is that I have adoptive muscle memory and the second is that I watch a lot of violent television." I answered, "Huh, maybe violent TV does make you more likely to hurt others." I said thoughtfully.

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