Chapter 21: Questions
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Shinn's eyes widened while Kira's narrowed. His look told her that the "request" she was about to make about him leaving was going to be denied.
"The doctors told me you were awake and seemed well enough to answer just a few questions, so I assume you don't have any problems with my being here." She stated.
Shinn glanced at Kira who didn't look like he wanted Shinn answering any of her questions, but he also didn't want to make things worse than they already were, so he nodded.
She smiled and took the seat in front of Shinn's bed, Kira standing on the other side of him. Shinn sat up more and tried to calm his racing heart. He glared at the machine beside him that made it clear he was nervous with every beep that his heart made.
"Now, I've been told a little bit about what happened, would you care to explain it fully, from what you remember?" she asked, pen poised over her notepad.
"Um, I was…running down the street and stopped in an alleyway to rest, and then…I heard a noise and saw…um…" here he glanced at Kira, wondering whether he should tell this detective that Luna had stabbed him.
Murrue seemed to have noticed this, and while Kira was thinking on whether to rat Luna out or not, she sighed.
"Look, I know you don't trust me, I know that something is going on, what you need to know is that whatever you're involved in, I won't hold it against you in this case. All I want to know is who tried to kill this boy and who I should put in jail. If you don't trust me with that information then I can't help you." She told them, looking Kira in the eye.
He frowned at the fact that she knew a lot more than he would have liked about their situation, but if she was willing to grant them amnesty for being involved in a gang, then he might as well comply. He nodded to Shinn.
"Lunamaria Hawke came and…she twisted my arm, I tried to fight back but…" humiliation made him stop and look down, his face burning as he refused to look at Kira, his Godfather.
"Your Coordinator Weakness, the doctors told me about that. Shockwaves of pain throughout your entire body, I'd be surprised if you had enough concentration to effectively disable your opponent." Murrue said softly, looking understanding.
It made him feel better, despite knowing she was only saying that so he would continue.
"Well, then she stabbed me and I don't really remember much from that. Just a bunch of blurs and weird noises. And then I wake up in a white room with a bunch of doctors all around me." Shinn concluded. Kira was absently stroking his undamaged hand to calm him while he spoke.
Murrue noticed this and eyed the pair curiously. Kira's look was still more hostile than welcoming, but he tried not to look too dangerous.
"And you're sixteen?" she asked Shinn. He nodded.
"The nurse informed me of your living conditions, care to elaborate on that?" she asked, although she was looking at Kira.
Shinn opened his mouth but then squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of pain encompassed him.
"He lives me, I'm the closest thing to family he has. His parents died a couple years ago and the foster family the police stuck him in was negligent so I asked a private judge if he could live with me until he turned eighteen." Kira answered.
"I see. And what is your relationship, exactly?" she asked bluntly, letting them both know with her eyes that a simple "friendship" answer wouldn't suffice.
Kira couldn't help but glare, although he held back the snappy "None of your business." reply.
"Well, we're friends." Shinn answered, also trying to dodge the question.
She looked at him pointedly and then startled them:
"The doctors were obligated to inform me that it appears that you have been raped and have had sex with a male, according to their findings when bandaging your lower extremities."
Shinn's face flushed as red as his eyes and his mouth fell open to an "O" shape. Kira stood angrily.
"I think that's enough." He said through clenched teeth.
She gave him a stern look and jostled her coat, showing him her badge, gun, and handcuffs. Reminding him who she was.
"I think that's for me to decide unless Shinn isn't well enough to answer any more questions." She replied coldly.
He could feel the heat from the rage he felt radiating throughout his body and so he definitely felt the cool hand that was placed on his wrist.
He looked down to see Shinn giving him a pleading look, tugging him slightly; weakly.
He took a deep breath to calm himself before sitting back down.
"Okay, so maybe we're a little more than friends, but that has nothing to do with what happened last night." Shinn told her.
She could tell he was being truthful so didn't push the matter further, but occasionally glanced at the possessive hand Kira placed on Shinn's arm.
"You said that Lunamaria Hawke did this to you, are you completely sure?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Yes." Shinn answered.
She pressed her lips into a line as if she didn't believe him. The boys glanced at each other with an exasperated look.
"The only reason why I'm checking is that I highly doubt the Chief of Police's daughter would go around trying to kill people." Murrue told them after she watched the exchange.
Shinn looked shocked, even though a hint of recognition was reflected in his eyes. Kira's face turned white and he gulped, hoping she wouldn't notice. Hoping he didn't have to tell her why Luna went after Shinn in the first place.
He forgot that the Hawke sisters' father was the Chief of Police.
"Mr. Hawke, if you would follow me please." A man in a white lab coat said to the other man waiting in the hall.
They took an elevator to the third floor and walked through a series of confusing hallways with disturbing signs posted near the doors. They finally reached their destination: Violent Behavioral Wing (a.k.a Homicidal Maniacs' Cell Rooms).
The man leading the way entered a code into the device on the wall beside the double-doors that slid out of the way for them to pass through.
They passed a few doors until he stopped before one on the left.
"We've sedated her and have her tied down for her and everyone else's safety. I'm not sure how she'll react to you, so…be careful." He told the Chief of Police.
Mr. Hawke (dunno his first name, oh well) nodded gravely and glanced nervously through the small window into the room before going inside.
The room was very plain. The tan curtains were drawn and the tile floor had stains and scuff marks he didn't care to know about. The white walls held far more secrets than any one person should be allowed to know, and have witnessed so strange of events that only the occupants of the building would be able to withstand the knowledge.
He finally looked to the largest piece of furniture in the cold room. A small twin bed took up one whole side and a quarter of the rest of the room. White sheets were tumbling off and twisted up because of the residents' movements.
Lunamaria Hawke was lying on her back on the bed; her wrists, stomach, and ankles strapped down by brown leather buckles connecting her to the bed-rails.
"How exactly did she come to be here, again?" he asked, his mouth dry.
"An anonymous caller alerted us to her whereabouts and condition and we immediately went to find her. She was still in the alleyway the caller had told us about, her car was almost dead, and she was sobbing and tried to fight the Rescue Unit as they put her in the vehicle." The man replied, looking concerned and sympathetic.
"Has she spoken?"
"She's screamed some profanities, and kept saying the name 'Shinn' and some very disturbing and violent things about him. But she hasn't said anything or responded to anyone since last night. She won't eat, drink, or do anything for that matter except stare up at the ceiling blankly. We've tried to figure out what's wrong but she simply won't cooperate." He answered.
"Shinn? What has she said about him?" Mr. Hawke asked.
"Well, she keeps going back and forth between 'I hate you' and other remarks and 'I love you and I'm sorry', so we're assuming that she suffered a traumatic experience involving the boy. The caller told us that she had hurt a young male who is most likely still in the hospital, if the amount of blood at the scene was all his."
"I see. I'll have to have a talk with him, then."
"Sir, we'd like to keep her here for further investigation, and to see if we can help her any way possible. Anything that she needs will be provided for her at no extra charge to you."
"Fine, fine, help her as much as you can and keep me updated. If she starts talking tell her I stopped by and would like to speak with her." Mr. Hawke told him, unable to look at his daughter anymore.
"Yes sir, will do. Just sign here." The other man replied and held out a clipboard and pen.
He sighed and then was escorted back to the main lobby area of the ORB Mental Institution, wondering what on earth had happened and whether his daughter would ever be the same again.
-Author's Note: Okay, so not exactly light as I had hoped, but what did you think? Any questions, comments, etc. are welcome so don't be shy! Hopefully I'll update the next chappy soon so you won't have long to wait, but until then, be sure to slip in any suggestions for the fic as well as blooper ideas for the ending, because for some reason I feel like movies and fanfictions are the same thing…except you read the stories…yeah…-