Hello People, remember me? cyber666? Well, I've finally come back to writing my OJ story (why I stopped, I'll never know)

and I really hope you will continue to read and review it. My life has been kinda crazy the last little while so, I guess I kinda

have an excuse right? Well, anyway, here's chapter 12. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 12 - What To Do

Trina awoke just as the soft hum of a shower began somewhere in the house. She yawned loudly and wiped the sleep from her eyes before siting up and looking around. At first, she couldn't seem to remember where she was, or what had happened, but seconds later, everything came flooding back to her. Thrax had saved her, brought her hear, patched up her wounds, they had eaten, she had given him his DNA chain and she had fallen asleep. It had been pretty straight forward, yet she couldn't seem to remember falling asleep on her back, or pulling a blanket over herself. Thrax must have done all this, she thought to herself, smiling.

She rose from the couch and stretched, feeling incredibly refreshed after the long, and surprisingly peaceful nights sleep she had gotten. She hadn't woken up once! She stretched both arms, completely forgetting about what had happened to her right arm. She hissed and grabbed at her arm as pain shot through her right shoulder. If it was possible, it seemed to hurt even more today than it had yesterday. She sat back down on the couch for a few moments, waiting until the throbbing in her arm had subsided before getting back up off the couch and heading for the small room where she had left her clothes. As she walked down the hall, still limping slightly, she frowned, remembering that she had only washed her clothes and that they would probably still be damp. She sighed, shrugging the matter off before entering the small laundry room.

She was surprised to find that her clothes had already been taken out of the washing machine and were siting neatly in a pile on top of it. Did he do this as well? She thought curiously to herself. Yeah, it must heave been him. She smiled thoughtfully as she realized how much he had done for her and found herself becoming a little attached to him. It wasn't like she had a crush on him or anything-although she couldn't deny the fact that he was handsome. No, it was more the fact that he had done so much for her in the last little while. He had saved her life, taken care of her, and although she didn't really know him that well, she enjoyed his company. She grabbed her clothes off the machine and quickly pulled them on, finding it slightly difficult to do so with her wounded arm. They had regenerated nicely and were no longer tattered by rips or stains.

She exited the small room and, as she walked, noticed how limp her right arm seemed. I really should have it supported, that's what your supposed to do right? She nodded her head, that was right. She walked back into the living room, wondering if Thrax had left that first aid kit out. He had. It was sitting on the floor at the end of the couch. She opened the box and right away found what she was looking for; the thick bandages that he had used to wrap her leg injury. She took the bandages from the box and, although it took her a while, managed to create a makeshift sling for her arm. It may not have been very well constructed, but the sling did support her arm nicely, and that was really all she had wanted.

Her stomach suddenly grumbled and she found that, despite the large meal she had eaten last night, she was hungry again. She walked into the kitchen and found some milk, cereal, a bowl and a spoon, and sat down to her breakfast. Wondering what time it was, she glanced over at the stove. The small fluorescent numbers on the screen above the burners read 8:50 am. She continued to eat her breakfast and had just finished when Thrax entered the living room.

"Morning," she smiled brightly, finishing off her last spoonful of cereal.

"Oh, morning," he replied, although he did not sound as bright as Trina. Not sure if he was a morning person, she payed no mind to his slightly dull attitude. She left the kitchen and came back into the living room, where she found Thrax, now pacing a little nervously. Not wanting to bother him and, at the same time, not really sure why he seemed so anxious, she turned on the TV, making sure to turn the volume down to a reasonable level. Thrax wasn't paying any attention to the TV however, but left the room anyway. Trina was not sure where in the house he went, but continued to watch TV, unaware of why he was acting so strangely.

At about 9:10 am, Thrax returned to the living room and, to Trina, seemed more calm then ever. He stared at her for a few minutes and she decided to turn the TV off; he looked as if he had something important to tell her. He took a deep breath, and started,

"Look bab- Trina. You're a nice kid, and I'm glad you're okay...but, I can't take care of you forever," he paused, trying his best to ignore the confused and slightly scared look on Trina's face, "I mean, we're both viruses, and we both have jobs to do. And, I don't know about you but, I've always found it better to work alone." He tried to smile, however failed miserably, "I guess what I'm trying to say is...that this is goodbye. But, who knows, maybe we'll cross paths again sometime." With that, Thrax made his way toward the front door of the house, leaving a very shocked Trina still sitting on the couch.

He's...just gonna leave me like this? Alone? She thought to herself, a little frustrated. He saved my life...took care of me...all so that, he could just leave me in some house and expect me to be on my way? She suddenly found herself very angry, and she quickly rose from the couch and made her way toward the door. He wasn't going to get away with this that easily, she would make sure of that.

So, here it is. A quick comeback chapter that leaves you hungry fo more. Really hoping to get the next chapter up within the

next three days or so, so make sure to check out my story everyday. That's all for now, Later!