Chapter 10: Was it the Soup?
Philadelphia
Charlie POV (right after Bass leaves)
The soft light waves graze across my skin and awakens me from my sleep. I reach over to Bass' side only to find it empty from when he was last night. I sit up in our bed a take in my surroundings 'his military uniform is gone. So he must be doing something important for the Republic.'
The past week has seem to change things between us, I find myself falling even more in love with him than the first day. I can't seem to remember why I hated him in the first place; we seem to have a love that just seems to have been there for a life time. I know that Miles won't understand us or my mom for that matter, but I don't care what anyone thinks I love Bass and he loves me.
All of the sudden the nausea hit me and I ran to the bathroom only to puke my guts up in a pre-blackout toilet. It just kept coming and coming without relenting for one minute. When I felt it was going to let up I was dry heaving into the toilet.
A significant time must have passed, because the next thing I know, Bass is kneeling right next to me holding my hair out of the way and whispering calming things in my ear. When it finally relents I move back to the far wall and lean into Bass' shoulder and shiver as if I am cold but my skin is burning hot.
Bass is soothingly smoothing my hair out and I am almost asleep when he says, "Let's get you back to the bed and into some clothes huh?" I simply nod although not wanting to move from this spot fearing the nausea returning with a vengeance. "Once you're comfortable I'll call for the doctor. It might be some unresolved issue from the explosion a couple of weeks ago when you were injured, or it could just be just a really bad stomach bug. In any case we need to get you checked out in case something is seriously wrong."
"Bass, seriously, I'm fine. It's just probably something I ate last night, or some stomach bug. It will be gone by tomorrow." He shakes his head but didn't decide to protest, and instead starts to help me stand up when I get really dizzy and fall back and he catches me in time before I hit the floor.
Then all of the sudden my legs are out from under me and he is carrying me (bridle style) to our bed. My head is still reeling from what just happened when he sets me down on the bed and puts a sheet over my body. "Ok. That settles it I'm getting the doctor. But let's get some clothes on you first then I'll go. Ok?"
"K" I say with a nod as he goes to the dresser and pulls out one of his old military sweatshirts and a loose pair of old works out shorts along with some underwear and a sports bra. I think he is figuring to make me more comfortable than sexy right now. He moves back to me and I sit up and try to get dress when I feel dizzy again and stumble a little a bit when bass catches me and sits me on the bed. "Sorry I thought it was better. I'll try to give you a heads up next time."
He chuckles at my attempt at sarcasm. "Just sit and let me do it please, before you crack your skull open."
"Fine, but don't think that this is some convoluted way of me letting you use my body. It's just because I feel like crap."
With a chuckle and a smile he went through the motions of putting on my clothes, while also being a complete and total gentleman. With the last article of clothing on, he smiles at me when and leans in to kiss me when I pull away he frown and I say "my breath smells so bad right now. And I don't want you taste what I taste right now because it is rank. And also I am not feeling like the most sexist person right now."
He just laughs and kisses my head and lays me back down. He picks up his jacket that he somehow took off in the middle of all of that and moves towards the door. "I'll be back in a little while and I'll bring the doctor with me. Try to get some rest and feel better." With that he is out the door and sleep consumes me once again.
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Monroe POV
As I close the door, I am basically jumping for joy in the excitement the Charlotte might be pregnant. Walking down the halls towards the infirmary toward I have the biggest grin on my face, but then worry come to my head. 'What if she really is sick?' 'What if she has some type of unknown disease or something worse like cancer that is going to actually kill her?' That's when I pick up the pass and race down to the infirmary to find Doctor Harris sitting at his desk, filling out some old paper work it looks like, when he notices me and frowns.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of Bass? I already gave you your dose this morning you're not do for another dose until tomorrow morning?"
"I know that. I don't need another dose, I need a doctor, or charlotte does? Anyway I left to attend to a few things this morning and when I came back she was violently vomiting, and when I touched her skin it was searing hot." I explain the rest of her symptoms the dizziness and headache and he seemed just as concerned as I did when I entered our room earlier in the evening.
"Well Bass let's not keep the girl waiting shall we?" he motioned to the door after grabbing his black medical bag (for emergencies and house calls).
We navigate our way through the long and narrow hallways and pass the saluting soldiers until we get back to the room. I stop at the door and knock to let her know that I was about to come in with company. But nothing could have prepared me for what I would have seen as soon as I came through those doors and into our room. The shattered mirror on the wall, the piece of glass in her hand, the cuts on her wrists, and blood everywhere with a message on the mirror that related to the body on the floor, "I WILL NEVER HAVE YOUR CHILD." It was Charlotte, on the floor next to our bed in a pool of her own blood. The doctor sprang into action to save her life, while I just stand there nearly comatose thinking 'where the HELL did I go wrong?' "How did she remember?'
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Charlie POV (5 Min earlier/ Monroe has been gone for 30)
The smell of gunpowder and sweat fills the air. I look down and I am resting on an uncomfortable cot cuddled up to a person who I only to believe to be is Bass 'well this is weird, Bass and I has never left Independence hall together'. But when I look at his skin the coloring is of 'its darker, tanner, and none of his battle scars are there.' This isn't Bass, but then again I don't feel threatened either, I feel safe and comforted and loved. And when I looked up I finally can put I name to well, the body and this feeling of security, Jason.
"Hey what are you doing up so early. You had a late night, go back to sleep I have you your safe Charlie." He says while looking into my eyes and for the first time in a while I feel It; something that I never felt with Bass, even though I try to convince myself of the contrary 'I LOVE HIM'. With Bass it feels almost force, but with Jason, I don't know something clicks when I look into his deep brown doe eyes.
"I love you Jason." He simply smiles and kisses the top of my head and tells me to go back to sleep. But then the way he said my name 'Charlie' clicked like it was more of a memory than a dream.
That's when I gasped up, and sat straight up in bed. Everything was coming back to me all of my memories, all of the people I have been taken away from and that has been taken away from me, and HIM every. Single. Depraving. Thing. That he did to me is engraved in my mind and I just want to claw my eyes out.
Then I remember this morning and the very good possibility that I am pregnant with his child. Well, there is no well in hell I am going to let that happen, even if I have to die to. He already told me he killed the love of my life so why not just end the pain and heartache right now. 'Crash' I smashed the obviously expensive mirror he got for me after moving us into a room to be 'together forever'. 'I'm surprised he isn't guarding me day and night and guards aren't rushing the door from the sound of glass shattering.' I pick up a piece of glass and take it to my wrist and quickly do one then the other wanting nothing but this nightmare to end. And then it does and I collapse to the floor and I can feel me fading and I can see everyone I love telling me it's alright to come when I hear him call my name "Charlotte" and some part of me knows that this isn't over.