Wait what? I'm not dead? and still writing? Lol I know I take a while but I don't home to my laptop until five on good days. Theres a blizzard now and my whole state is shut down so more writing time!

Okay another POV changer but in first person this time bear with me p.s. sorry bout the cleche title


Confessions

(Susan)

"I need to get up I can't breathe." Wrenching I opened my crusty eyes and sat up.

I was back in Area Fifty –what's-its-name, the kitchen area, lying down on a cot. A warm quilt was on my lap, and a humidifier was steaming on a nightstand next to me.

I tried to inhale the steam, but I couldn't even get the air in. My nose was completely stopped up and all I got was the sound of a muffled trumpet.

"A concert just for me?" I jumped and turned to the direction of the voice. Dr. Cockroach was standing by the refrigerator holding a glass of oranges juice in one hand and a clay bowl in the other.

"What happened, were is everyone?" I asked. Doc came and sat beside my cot.

"You caught a case of pneumonia while in Russia; the fever flared up when we were leaving and you fainted." He chuckled, "You gave us quite the scare, my dear. Link nearly swam to the hospital on the other side of the lake. You've been sleeping it off for about a day now." He handed me the orange juice. "Drink this; Angela added an ingredient she said would help bring down your fever."

The juice tasted normal, maybe just a little bit bitter, but I had to pause between drinks since I still couldn't breathe. I placed the glass on the nightstand when I was finished. I looked around and saw the place was empty except for Insectasaurus watching behind the glass.

"So where is everyone?"

"There was a call in New Jersey on the way home, Monger said you weren't healthy enough to work so I volunteered to stay and watch after you." I was thankful for how flushed my face had to have been to hide my blush. "Link, Angle, and B.O.B. are probably taking care of it as we speak."

He handed me the clay bowl, in it was pale green putty that smelled like methanol.

"Go take a shower, rub this on your chest before you begin and wash it off when you're finished. It will clear out your sinuses."

I smiled and headed to the bathroom. He was doing so much to make sure I was ok. Which reminded me, were the other monsters doing alright?


Meanwhile in Hoboken, New Jersey

(Link)

Glass shattered all around me; something jabbed into my shoulder before I landed hard on the plywood. Jersey devil, and here I thought it would be Snooki. Groaning I got up and looked through the hole I had made in the coffee shop. Angle was still fighting the devil.

The Jersey devil was a black horse that looked like it had been dead for a week, literally. It was less a horse and more a skeleton that had paper thin black flesh stretched over its bones to give a false appearance of life. The flesh wasn't continuous it had torn and rotting in several places showing yellowing bone, especially over the ribs and skull. But its most predominated features were its large 'wings' on its back, they were like old tattered umbrellas and nearly ten feet when completely stretched out.

The devil whinnied and kicked its front right leg with strength that didn't belong with its impossibly frail body. It knocked Angle's knife out of her hand and with unreal reflexes revolved its body and kicked her with its hind legs onto the ground.

"Come on B.O.B. lets help." No dumb reply "B.O.B? B.O.B!" he was across talking to a fire hydrant.

"Hey man, I know exactly what you mean no matter what I do the people in the box won't talk back. Do you think I come on too harsh?" He stared at the hydrant.

"Oh my gosh you're right I drive them away with my horrifying criticism! OH I hate myself!" he buried his eye in his hands.

I walked behind him slowly, crossed my arms and tapped his back, (you know what I mean).

"If Regis and Kelly could come off the air for a moment and actually DO something it would be much appreciated!" my scolding was stopped short when a shout and even louder cursing cut through the air.

"Angle!" I had left her alone. Forgetting B.O.B I ran back to the alley where they had been last been fighting. A glint of sunlight on the ground caught my eye and I leaned down to pick it.

It was Angle's hunting knife. This was the first real look at it I had gotten and really it was a precious tool; made sense why she took such good care of it. The blade was about four inches long an inch wide and slightly curved at the top and made of steel. Its handle was carved deer antler the grip side was bleached white and the other side was painted in scarlet, blue and brown on the intricate carvings of animals and odd letters.

"HELP ME!" I picked up the blade and rushed to the alley. The horse was facing Angle and didn't see me coming. I came in low to the ground and sprang onto its back grabbing hold of its neck. It whinnied and began bucking and kicking the walls around us wildly coming very close to throwing me off. Digging my knees into its side I thrust the blade down on the base of its skull.

The devil stopped bucking. There was a loud crack and it literally fell apart. The frail skin lost all strength and ripped open letting the bones fall lose. I fell in the middle of its bones and look around confused.

Angle was still on the ground moaning and clutching at her foot. I sprinted to her side.

"What happened, are you alright?" she spat out an oath and answered.

"The blasted devil stepped on my ankle; it's crushed!" dreadfully I looked at her ankle. It was horribly swollen and purple and the foot was twisted unnaturally. Were the skin broke blood oozed out on the cobblestones. "We have to get you to a hospital, B.O.B!" he oozed over, "lift Angle as gently as you can and you need to support her foot."

I hated leaving her safety in the brainless masses control but I couldn't lift her without seriously jostling the break. B.O.B. slid underneath her slowly and let her rise up and float in him like in a pool. I could see Angle make her hands into fist and grind her teeth together so hard I could hear them crack.

"Come on let's go!" and off we went.


Back at the facility three days later

(Dr. Cockroach)

It was about four o'clock and Susan was napping peacefully. Her fever had broken a few days ago and she was at the brink of full recovery. I couldn't help but watch as her chest rose and fell; smooth and even and she smiled softly in her sleep. She only seemed to grow more beautiful each time I saw her.

It was so unfair.

Despite my best efforts to deny it I was in love. In love with someone who would never love me back. Being her friend should be enough. I told myself, but I wanted to be so much more. I…, should at least tell her, I won't do this to myself again. Yes, I'll tell her when she wakes up.

Susan began to stir and her eyes opened. Perfect timing.

"Hi Doc, how long did I sleep?" she asked.

"About two hours," I answered, "Susan dear, may I talk to you about something?" she smiled. "Of course you can anything at all." I sat down beside her cot and glanced at my hands.

"Susan when I was much younger I was always ashamed of how small and weak I was. I was the little nerd that no one cared about enough to acknowledge. I prayed for someone, anyone who wouldn't care about any of that and a young woman moved to my school. Her name was Gwendolyn and she became my best friend. But I made a horrible mistake; I took her company for granted and she moved away and married another man. I never had the courage to tell her how I felt so I lost her." I sighed loudly.

"I don't want to make that mistake again," my heart began to pound like a bass drum as I looked up into her large dark blue eyes, "I am in love with you Susan. I understand that you don't love me and I'm very sorry if this makes things awkward for you; but I couldn't put myself through this again. Its selfish I know and I'm-" her fingers were at my lips.

"Please don't apologize any more. Why would you think I wouldn't love you?" her answer, so innocent and naïve. It was so ridiculous it made me furious.

My voice raising I practically screamed "Do I need to print out a list? I'm half insect! I'm old enough to be your grandfather! When you first got here you were so scared of me that you tried to kill me with a spoon!"

At that point I kept babbling and venting until I didn't know what I was saying. All the time Susan just sat there calmly. She waited for me to cool down then she spoke again.

"You also were the first one to try and introduce yourself; I was the one who ruined that. You're the person who spent weeks trying to get me normal again just in monster prison and for months after that. You sacrificed yourself in the desert just so I would be safe. You took care of me while I've been sick." She took hold of my hands and looked right into my eyes. "My own fiancé didn't show as much concern for me as you do. I thought I was the crazy one because I was sure you wouldn't feel that way about me; guess I was wrong."

Her face was so close to me I could feel her breath; I decided to be bold. I gently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, and then stroked the back of her neck. She didn't back down instead she came in. we both closed our eyes…

And the huge slide door to the facility opened. I jumped back and ran to the refrigerator.

"Are you okay?" a gruff voice asked "I'm fine" a low voice snapped back.

B.O.B slid in first followed by Link leading Angle in on crutches with a large white cast on her lower left leg and foot.

Susan glanced wide eyed "What happened to you?" Aanglela looked up frowning "A bony horse stepped on my ankle."

Confused I raised an eyebrow. "It looks like a nasty break, are you going to be alright?" she grimaced and bit her lower lip (I was surprised it didn't break the lip off) then the pain seemed to pass and she breathed out. "It'll be a few weeks but a shark's cartilage heals faster than bone and I heal faster than a human." She crutched her way to the couch and sat down. Link came over to Susan's cot and grinned at her.

"You're looking better. I swear you scared the crap out of me in Russia; don't do that again. It's bad on my knees to run that fast." a cute pink blush colored her face. "Sorry about that, but I'm okay now. I have a good doctor." It was my turn to blush. However it got me thinking and it finally sunk in.

She loved me back! With that in mind I looked around the room, Angle had fallen asleep on the couch and was snoring lightly, Link and Susan were still talking and B.O.B was sliding around in his playground. Maybe God does care about me; either way I'm a happy roach.


In no way does the devil mean I have anything against horses (I love them as much as any animal) also I know bone heals faster but thats because it has more blood moving around it and if the cartilage is her bones it has blood moving about it (and this is science fiction)

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