I was laid on the couch. Thumbing through Washes sketch book once more.
I felt, when I opened those pages that a part of him was still with me. Like, a piece of his soul was in every drawing, that came from those talented hands. I sigh, resting my hand across a drawing he'd made of us based off a picture York had taken at the bar.
I had Yorks camera as well. And I loved to look through it, but it didn't have the same magic his drawings did.
"What are you doing?" Locus asks. Entering the room and sitting in a large leather recliner. To the right of the couch I was laid on. "Hmm? Oh just- looking through some old memories."
He makes a pondering look. "Is that a photo album?" Gesturing to the book in my hands. I shake my head, "no. It was- My boyfriends sketch book." He nods. "May I take a look?"
I tighten my grip on the book. It was special to me. It's all I have left besides a few pictures and a video of him singing.
It felt so personal. So private. I shake my head. "No. Sorry. I'm not; I'm not ready to share it with anyone."
He put a his hands up in understanding. Before flicking on the large television.
A football game was playing. He leans back, the spring powered foot rest coming forwards.
I stare blankly at the tele. Watching a bunch of men slam into each other fighting for a ball wasn't appealing to me.
I stand from the couch. Setting the pad on the arm rest an laying Locus's green blanket partially over top it.
"Hey, I'm going to walk into town." I say. He glances up. "Where are you going?" I know he meant only for safety purposes.
"A uh. A doctors office. Where I can get some scar removal done with my paycheck."
He hums in acknowledgment. "Take Felix with you." My stomach drops. "What? Why? I'm fine on my own, really. And hates me." I look down at the ground.
Locus groans, "He does not hate you. And besides its safer to take a partner."
I groan.
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"This is a total waste of time why do I need to be here?"
I groan and drop my head into my hands. "Because Locus said so."
He grumbles, "Well Sam can kiss my ass." I raise an eyebrow. "The doctor will see a miss Alexis Caboose Now." A lady suddenly spoke entering the room.
I move to stand. Felix following, for lack of anything better to do. I make my way through the unfamiliar facility.
But my jaw drops when I see the doctor. "You?!"
He looks up. Eyes going wide. "Woah! Miss Caboose? You um. Look different."
I snort moving in to take a seat. Felix sitting in the guest chair boredly. "You know him?" He asks. I nod, but he wasn't looking. He'd picked up a book from the doctor shelf. A novel with 'Falling Leaves' across the cover.
"Yeah, he was my old scar removal surgeon."
The doctor nods, gesturing me to sit on the table. "Yes. Untill that place shut down. Your boyfriend paid so much that my boss closed shop." My eyes widen.
Felix coughs, "Her boyfriend?" The doctor glances at him. "Oh, who's this? Brother? Friend? New boyfriend?"
"Forced acquaintance." Felix sneers. The doctor grimaces at his tone. Turning back to me. "What happened to your boyfriend?" He asks. I sigh. "He um. He died." He nods sadly. "Right. Well, I'm sorry. So. What scars will we be removing THIS time?"
Felix looks up from the book he was reading. "This time?" The doctor turns to him. "Yes. This time." Before looking back at me. "Do you want me to send him out?" I peek at Felix who's holding his middle finger up at the doctors back.
"Nah, he's fine." I say shaking my head. Mostly worried he'd offend someone in the hallway.
"Well? Which scars?" The doc repeats. I purse my lips. "Really? The ones on my face." "Ah. Well first things first. Let's check the ones we removed. Make sure the skin is holding good. If you'll remove your shirt."
I do so boredly. Used to the routine. Felix peeks over the top of his book. Making me grimace. Pig.
The doctor glances at my side that's still wrapped from when I'd been shot.
"You just can't stay out of trouble can you?" He asks shaking his head. I shrug. His cold fingers brush across my skin as he tests the suppleness, and texture.
He pauses. "What in the hell are these from?" I feel his hands on the circular burn scars. From when the director electrocuted me.
"Nothing." I state firmly. Both men flinch at my tone.
Felix cranes his head to see. I shoot him a glare, making him return to his novel. "Really? Nothing? It looks like, you were branded almost like cattle. Or maybe immense amounts of electricity." I grit my jaw.
"Oh. So you were electrocuted. Interesting. Why?"
"WHAT IS THIS? AN. INTEROGATION?"I suddenly bark. He takes a step back. "No no, I'm Sorry. I was merely curious, you had perfect skin almost a year ago, and now you-" "Look like a shark week attack victim?" Felix chimes.
I growl. "You know what. Fine. Fucking fine. You want to know? I was tortured. To the point that I wanted nothing more than TO DIE! I was tortured for weeks. And my mind broken to the point if someone says a set of words to me I AM A SLAVE TO THEIR COMMAND. THAT'S. WHAT HAPPENED."
I glare at him. The doctor swallows. "Oh."
I notice Felix's jaw, though closed, was slack in shock.
"Just. Please take the scars off my face." I whine. Pulling my money out. He takes it and looks my face over. "I can do the smaller ones with this. But those four large ones are going to cost big."
I sigh. "Sure. Whatever, just do it." He nods moving to get his tools
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I sit shotgun. Felix was driving. He was a shitty driver. He would slam the breaks for every stop. And wait until the last second to turn the car. Resulting in an awful screeching turn.
On the center console laid the novel he'd been reading during my procedure. He'd taken it.
My hand inadvertently goes to my face. It was much smoother now. With only four scars stretching across. My ear was still torn up. And my eye was still garbage. But- I felt prettier.
"Well hey. Now instead of looking like Freddy Kruger, you just look like he attacked you." Felix prods.
I slowly turn to look at him. He snorts. "What, you trying to be scary?"
I roll my eyes and reach to the radio. Music played lightly. But tears immediately came to my eyes when, 'Your Song' started playing.
I turn to look out the widow. Crying silently at the memory of Wash singing this song to me. The cheery light in his eyes. The way his hand held mine.
Maybe Felix noticed. Maybe he didn't. I don't care though. I don't really care about anything anymore.
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When we get back We walk in to find a crying Locus. Sitting in front of a TV screen with anime girls.
"What in the fuck?" Felix scoffs. Locus immediately turns the TV off and whirls around to look at us.
"Hey! I can- Woah. California. Your face is." He draws off. I quirk an eyebrow at him. Before anyone can say anything with a loud woof, Tank, tackles me to the ground licking my face.
"Eehh! Tank!" I squeal. Trying to push the loveable pit bull off. Locus snaps his fingers. "Tank! Off." But the dog ignores him. Lying on my stomach and panting contently.
I lay back with an 'ooof'. "You're dog is a wonderful guard dog." I say teasingly. Locus groans. "I had him trained better than that. Felix just let's him do whatever he wants."
Felix. Who was currently staring down at me with an anamused expression. I frown, the happiness the dog had brought me was gone as I lean up. Pushing the mutt away. "Down." I grumble. He whines but complies.
I stand, dusting myself off and taking a seat on the couch.
"We going to the gym tomorrow?" Asks Felix suddenly. Locus nods fumbling with the remote. "Yes. Do you want to come California?" He asks. Felix groans. "Seriously? It gets to follow us there too?" I frown.
"You know what. I think I'll pass." I say. Grabbing my blanket. Not remembering the sketch book, and not noticing as it falls to the ground.
I lay my arm under my head, covering myself. "I think tomorrow I'll use what money I have left to buy some more clothes."
Locus furrows his brow. Not at me. At Felix. Who shrugs. "Whatever, I'm going to bed. Night Loke."
Locus waves at him as he leaves and turns to me. "Do you mind if I?" He gestures to the TV. I shake my head. He smiles lightly. "Thanks. It's the season Finale of Sailor moon."
But I was asleep before he finished his sentence.