Lithium

Chapter 10

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"If I didn't, I would have squeezed your hand back, anyways… You're the first guy to actually care about me, as much as you do. Even though we only known each other for, what? About three weeks? I really like you, Gaara. You may have your own flaws, but I do too, and ironically it all works out for the both of us." She smiled again, a bright smile, one ( that to Gaara ) seemed as if she was an angel.

Gaara just shook his head lightly, pushing her hand to the hamburger that was getting cold.

"Eat, Tsuyahra."

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Tsuyahra sighed. This hospital was making her sick. She didn't like the whole bright-white room to blind her in the mornings when she woke up. She had been stuck here for the past week, and her ribs had finally started to heal properly, and it didn't hurt as much to laugh or move around like it did before; thus meaning she was able to go. . . home.

"Home. . ." Tsuyahra said this slowly, as if she was drawing it from some type of strength.

Gaara - who had been beside her when the Doctor finally announced she could leave - let his jade eyes shift over to her, seeing her reaction of the mention of her going 'home.' Gaara, feeling guilty though not showing it, nodded to the doctor, holding his hand out to shake the older males hand. "Thanks." The doctor just smiled and waved it off.

"It's my job to help people. Especially cute ones too!" The male laughed heartedly, letting his hand rest on Tsuyahra's shoulder. "Anyways, be safe. And remember take only 1 dose of morphine a day until the pain subsides. I really don't want you getting addicted to the stuff. It's pretty powerful, and like all medicines if you take too much your body will become immune to it. So switch from Morphine one day and to Advil or something the next. Alright?"

Tsuyahra nodded lightly, slowly moving her body out of the bed as one of the nurses wheeled in a wheelchair. Gaara's hands move from his side to grasp lightly onto Tsuyahra's arm, helping her stand up and places her gently in the wheelchair, where she adjusted herself so she could be seated better. "Thanks, Doctor, I really appreciate it."

"Ah, anyways, I must go take care of other patients. Bye, Tsuyahra!" And with that, the doctor left, Gaara settling himself behind the wheelchair and pushed Tsuyahra out of the door and down the halls.

"Gaara. . . I don't want to go back home. . ." She looked back at Gaara, to see him nod before looking down at her.

"I know. You can stay with me." Tsuyahra's eyes widened when he said that, and immediately she shook her head, about to say no, but Gaara silenced her. "I wont take 'no' for an answer, and I know you don't have the money for a hotel or a motel. Anyways, my house is big enough for about ten people. So stop worrying as stop saying 'no' when someone is trying to help you." Gaara sighed lightly, stopping in his stride for the large doors to open and walking outside, down the sidewalk and into the parking lot where his car was parked.

Walking to the right side of the escalade, he opened the door, letting his hands move to grasp Tsuyahra's arms once again. She had to help herself up because he wasn't going to do all the work himself and struggle with her for no reason. It took a minute, but she finally managed to stand up. She shook her head when Gaara was going to help her into the Car.

"I just need to stand for a moment. . . " Gaara nodded his head, slowly letting his hands move away from her arms, standing close to her incase her legs decided to give out. He watched her take in a deep breath through her nose, wincing slightly, before exhaling. He knew she didn't want to seem weak in his eyes; but through what's she's been through. . . well anyone would envy her strength to not get upset about almost being rapped.

Gaara's eyes instantly narrowed at the images that decided to bombard his mind. The way the male was on top of her. . . Smiling as if he done that everyday with every other woman. . . His eyes filled with lust for the woman underneath him. Gaara wished he was still alive. . . to kill him over and over again for what he did to Tsuyahra. Because she was in the hospital because of him, he had taken his work off and let his older sister run the company for the past two and a half weeks. He wanted to see if she would be okay. . . so she wouldn't leave on him and he wouldn't know. He growled lightly, hands clenching tightly enough to draw blood on his palms.

The feeling of something cool, yet soft brushing over his right hand, caused him to jump out of the images and back to where he exactly was. Standing in front of Tsuyahra, who now looked extremely worried for him. Her hands covering his right hand, as if to calm him down.

She could see the anger passing through his eyes, and the way he ignored her when she tried to speak to him indicated he really wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing, and she grew increasingly worried. Tsuyahra had moved to stand directly in front of him, her legs shaky but still standing. She let her hands brush over his hand, and she watched all anger move from his jade eyes and out of the way, back to his emotionless eyes.

Tsuyahra smiled softly. "You okay, Gaara-kun?" She moved to using an honorific, because she decided that it was best suited for them. Or her, she didn't really know; but it felt alright to say at least… Like she had said it many times before.

"Yes. I'm fine." His eyes moved to his wrist, seeing that it was about five o'clock. "What do you want to eat?" She looked taken back at the question, but Gaara had managed to pull her closer to the car and help her into the passenger seat. She was going to respond, but Gaara had closed the door on her and folded the wheelchair, walking to the trunk and opening it, letting the wheelchair be practically throw there before walking to the driver door and getting in. "Well?"

"A-ah. . . I don't know." She lowered her head, numbly grasping the seatbelt and clicking it in. Letting her head raise she looked at Gaara who was giving her a bored look, telling her to just choose a place because he sure as hell didn't know.

"Oh! How about that bar we went to during that party of yours. . .?" She smiled lightly when he nodded, finally putting his key into the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot and onto the busy roads. She sighed lightly, letting her tri-colored eyes move to look outside of the window, trying to focus on one thing, but because they were moving her eyes kept twitching to look at something else, causing her to get slightly dizzy and moved her head back and forth to get rid of the feeling. "Ne. . . Gaara. . . Why are you helping me so much? I mean you did just find me behind a couple of garbage cans. . . and you helped me even though you had no idea who I was, or what I had done in my life. . ."

Gaara's shoulders moved into a shrug. He didn't know if he should be honest, of it he should lie straight out to her face. Her sighed softly, his gut moving to try and tell her the truth; while his mind wanted the lie. He didn't want to 'blurt' out that he liked her even remotely, because he didn't know how she felt. This was probably some type of fling and it would eventually go away. . . But why did his heart ache when that thought came to mind?

He was someone to be feared, yet she didn't fear him. His glare didn't even cause her to cower when he tried to glare at her. She smiled to him even when he practically killed a man with his own hands because of what he had done to Tsuyahra.

"I don't know. . ." He paused, turning into another lane on the road. "My body had moved on it's own when I saw you. Just had a urge to suddenly be nice to you and I don't know why."

So, that was it? A sudden urge to help her that night? Which would have lead to suddenly having an urge to help her every other time he saw her. Now that she thought about it. . . How come he was always around when something happened? Something that would probably end up killing her. . .

"So. . . Just a urge?" She sounded sad, Gaara knew and took a chance at looking at her. She had her head resting against the window of the door, letting her eyes absently looking at whatever caught interest.

"It's hard to explain, Tsuyahra. It's not the way it sounds. If it was a sudden urge to help you. . . You think I'd help you time and time again whenever I showed up? Even though you do have something with getting into trouble when I show up." Gaara smirked lightly, his eyes looking at her once again to see her looking back at him.

"It's not my fault. I'm just an easy person to get rid of. . . Apparently." Tsuyahra sighed softly, letting her eyes close for a moment. The feeling of the car stopping cause her to open her eyes again.

"Don't think that because I'm being nice is just something to 'suddenly help' you. I'm doing it for other reasons." Gaara gave her an odd look before opening his door and walking around the front to be 'gentlemanly' and open the door for her. After opening the door he went to go grab the wheelchair but she grabbed his arm.

"I can walk. . . I don't want to see too pathetic, Yanno?" She smiled lightly, earning a grunt from Gaara who proceeded to help her out of the escalade and onto the pavement. She staggered lightly, but she managed to catch herself easily with the held of Gaara's arm.

Both proceeded to walk into the bar/restaurant, looks were thrown Tsuyahra's way and soon whispers started to go on; but both ignored them and got a waiter to bring them to a table in the back. Letting her sit down first, Gaara managed to finally sit down acrossed from her, ordering a water for himself, while she ordered a Pepsi, only to be told they were out.

She sighed. "Ugh. . . Root beer?" Again, it was out. "You're out to get me, aren't you Urai? I know you have Pepsi, don't make me throw something at you." The waiter, known as Urai laughed lightly.

"Yes, yes we have Pepsi. Alright, well, I'll be back."

"God, he's such a bugger."

"Bugger?" Gaara smirked lightly at that.

"Yes, bugger. He annoys me until I want to punch him. He's worse. . . than what my brother was."

"Was?" Gaara seemed to be interested now, letting his elbow's rest on top of the table, his chin resting on his now clasped hands.

"Yes. My mother had died when I was young, and my brother followed soon after. When I was fourteen I was raised by. . . my abusive father, until he died of a heart attack when I was seventeen." She didn't intend on telling him that much, just wanted to say that her brother died, she covered her mouth with her right hand, as if she had said the wrong answer and suddenly her life would be over.

"Your father was abusive? Was that what Kayla meant when she had said you went though a phase like that?"

"My phase. . .? Oh. . ." She sighed softly, letting her hand drop to her lap. "She meant my ex-boyfriend. He was like my father, he abused me, and tried to rape me several times, but he never really got far. I managed to stab him the last time he tried." She looked at Gaara, and he seemed to be furious. "He doesn't live here anymore, Gaara-kun. . ." She laughed lightly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, he only gave her an odd look.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You know what you remind me of. . .?" She smiled again, lowering her hand, completely changing the subject "You look like a panda. . . Yeah, don't ask, but you do. You have insomnia, don't you?"

He twitched at him looking like a panda, but nodded his head slightly. "Yes."

"Poor thing." She seemed to pity him. "Why not?"

"Rough past." She nodded her head, leaning back in the big puffy chair, letting her eyes close until hearing the waiter-child-man-boy come back ( she opted to call him that, because she really couldn't tell how old he was.) asking what they wanted.

"You know what. . . Bring a bottle of Sambuca for me. And I'll have ribs, that's it." The waiter looked at her, as if she was crazy. "What. . .? Haven't seen a female order a bottle of Sambuca before? Hey, I can be a heavy drinker when I want to be."

Gaara gave her an odd look. She could be a heavy drinker? She looked like a damn saint instead of an alcoholic. "Who'd say I buy it for you?"

"Then I can buy it myself, I probably have that much on me." Gaara gave her a bored look. She knew he was going to pay for the supper. She's more clever than previously indicated. She smiled, before laughing. "Gaara, I'll pay for it."

"No, I'll pay for it, just order it." Gaara waved it off, moving his arms off the table.

"I feel like a gold-digger. . ."

"But gold-diggers are cute!"

Instantly, Tsuyahra bristled in the chair, eyes wide. Gaara, wondering one, who said that, and two why she was suddenly so tense, looked to see a male behind her.

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R i d 3 r: Erm, sorry for the cliffy.

dark Alley: Mc Donald's makes everyone happy after they've been rapped. ( My theory, not actually true. XD)

Tainted-reflection-126: Because I don't want you to kill me for that! The dinner will be finished off in the next chappy! Don't worry, it's not… all that ruined. ; Ehehe, thanks!

LittleAngel22493: Lol, it'll be explained in later chapters!