Well, finished with college for the week...Argh, it kicked my ass. Tomorrow is my study day because I have no work...
For two days, as tests were being processed, Grell remained in her hospital bed. She was told by the forensic team that the results of the examination would take a few days to analyze, process, and then be concluded. The red reaper would've enjoyed a walk in the frozen, dead garden surrounding the Labyrinth Division, but being constantly scrutinized by William (he refused to leave her alone, claiming that he was liable for her condition since he had overlooked what her transformation inclined,) she was forced to remain in bed. She hated this, being confined to a bed that was not her own, constantly being injected with painkillers and having horrid food stuffed down her throat at meal time. Honestly, she'd much rather go home, rest, prepare some black tea, eat a salad with honey, and head to bed. It wasn't like she was dying, she was stable.
Every now and then her superior would bring in a puzzle or two for her to solve, some Shakespearean plays and sonnets for her to read, and some sewing to keep her busy. It wasn't enough though, even with Shakespeare Grell grew quickly bored. She was growing impatient, she wanted the tests results back and wanted to find her husband! What if the demon who had attacked her husband had injured him? What if he was dead? She had to escape, she had to find her husband and reconcile with him. No matter what she wouldn't believe he was the one who had raped her and left her for dead. Even if she couldn't leave the premises (constantly being scrutinized by her William) perhaps she could go outside and look around...Maybe he was waiting for her? Watching her through her window at night while she slept?
"I want to go out," Grell whined, staring out the window (that the curtain hid) with longing, "Now. It's not right for a lady to be confined to this drab, boring room! I need sunlight and fresh air-it's good for a lady's skin~!"
"Grell, I can assure you your skin is perfectly fine and that you are also perfectly ill," William told her, not looking up from the paperwork he was doing.
"But William~! I'm so bo~red!" Grell huffed, "It's not like you're any fun~!"
William rubbed his temples as he set his clipboard and paperwork down on the nightstand, "Then what do you suggest I do to keep you entertained?"
Grell furrowed her brow, almost stunned, "You're actually asking me that? You want to entertain me?"
"I certainly don't want you hear you whine, lets put it that way," he stood, "I suppose I could take a break from this paperwork, go for a walk. Allow me to get you a wheelchair to escort you,"
He opened the curtains and left the small 'cubicle' of a hospital room, shutting it behind him as he left. For a moment Grell was dumb-folded, William was taking her outside? To the place he claimed would hurt her? She shook her head, there was no way. He was probably going to take her around the hallways and then tuck her back in like the sickly child he seemed to think she was. She grimaced, grabbing her IV stand and pulling the covers off of her. She then turned to the coat rack and took the robe that the elderly nurse had given her for when she was up and about (which was seldom,) this way her back wasn't revealed through the slit of her gown. It was also red, oh!~ Such a sweet nurse, giving her a bit of color over her plain, white hospital gown. She slipped her feet into the matching, red slippers before pulling the IV stand along with her as she left her curtained cubicle, strolling away from the sight.
By the time William returned Grell was gone, his heart skipped a beat. Where had she gone? His eyes shifted, he tore the sheets off of the bed, looked under it, even behind the coat-rack. Where was she? He thought he would've torn the whole cubicle apart if not he spotted a red-haired figure in the garden out the window...Sighing in relief he put the bed back together and then made way outside. He wanted to yell at her, to shake her and even hit her for dare harming her health in such a way. She was in no conditon to walk around, especially with wounds that still weren't healed yet! But then he saw her face...She looked so calm, peaceful...Beautiful in the winter light.
Dead branches stuck out from under the small layer of snow (most of it being shoveled away) and curled around in the air as if they were reaching for her. Her red hair stood out so beautifully again the white snow, which matched her skin. She was silhouetted...The winter called for her scythe-death was about her form silhouetted in white and red; oxygen and suffocation in one. He felt the effect in his chest, he had to act as he normally would.
"Grell!" he caught her attention, his breath visible in the air. He had forgotten to grab his coat, "You are outside with no coat or boots. I order you to come back inside,"
"No," Grell breathed, staring out into the frozen lake several feet away, "I want to stay..."
William sighed, touching her shoulder, "Grell, come back inside, at least to stay warm,"
"I don't want to," Grell continued to stare out into the frozen lake. She blushed, so reminded of her husband. They had gone ice-skating once before, in the woods on a frozen pond. He was surprising graceful, Grell on the other hand was not. As much as she was skilled with handling razors her feet were not, even as much as she wore heels! That didn't stop him from teaching her poise. He held her in a tango, guiding her gracefully over the ice like they were walking on air-almost like he had wings. He looked so handsome, his near-white skin standing out against the white, untainted snow. And upon arriving home he'd help her remove her skates and heavy, fur coverings. Kissing her...Touching her...Making love to her every so often. Oh, such fire in winter! He never grew familiar to her, every aspect changed with each experience.
She sniffled somewhat, she hadn't even cried over this incident since she was informed what happened that fateful night she was left to die. The memories of their passion flooded her head, she could feel his head laying on her stomach after their passion can be consummated. He would tickle her hips, kiss her belly, and claim he heard their children speaking from within her fertile womb. He would smile into the flesh eerily, her fingers stroking his hair, as he told her he wanted six baby daughters. Six girls so much like their mother so his drab shoppe could be filled with laughter and beauty. It was his only wish, he told her, to have a family with her and to have his children look upon her as their mother instead of just a primary care giver.
She sniffled again, touching her forehead. She felt faint, a chill ran down her cheek.
"Grell," William put his jacket over her shoulders, cupping her cheek and wiping away her tears with the other, "You're crying, it's best we get you inside so you don't die of hypothermia."
Grell shook her head, choosing not to respond verbally.
"Grell," William sighed, gently bringing an arm around her shoulder to pull her into a soft hug, "Are you finally feeling what you should have when you found out? It's not healthy for you to hold in such emotions,"
He stroked her hair, picking her head up to meet his gaze. Tears ran down her make-up free face, she looked so beautiful..."Grell..."
His grip on her shoulders tightened, he leaned down to her lips, his hand keeping her face in place.
"William?" Grell breathed softly, he paused.
"Grell?" he brought his lips to her forehead, "You're warm..."
He pulled his glove off with his teeth, checking his own temperature which was much lower than Grell's. It was freezing out, how could Grell be so warm?
"You have a fever," he touched her forehead again, "We have to get you inside,"
"N-no!" Grell cried, pushing him away. He grabbed her arms, pulling her back, "You're coming inside!"
"No! Take me to my husband dammit!" Grell screamed, hitting him and kicking as her vision began to blur. The IV was torn from her hand, blood began pouring out of her slit artery. She continued to fight though, kicking and screaming until she ran out of energy. She went limp, eyes rolling in the back of her head, her superior had to catch her, her fever was far too high.
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