2. Time For Action
By Rurple101
Chapter Twenty Nine
It was silent in the room and the only sound was the steady breathing that was providing Venice with the much needed oxygen to live. She stuttered in her breathing somewhat as her eyes fluttered and opened drily. She groaned in agony as she felt the heavy weight of what she recognized to be morphine trying to fix her deadly left hand. She tried to flex it but positively screamed in horrendous pain. Her eyes watered as she used her other hand to hold it up to her face and she inspected it.
It had stitches in it, which looked clean and frankly quite disturbing.
She rolled her eyes, it's a bloody good thing she was right-handed.
The she sighed; it wasn't Church's fault, he'd only been trying to help. And it was her fault that he successfully hit a target, just that his target had been replaced with her hand before he could do anything to stop it.
It hadn't been bandaged yet and she nearly rolled her eyes when she saw the time. It was nearly half past four, and the 'party' started at seven.
Time to get dressed to party, she through dryly. She slowly eased herself off the bed and hobbled over to the door and wandered out the room. She walked, absently towards her room, her eyes blurring and her vision becoming shaky.
She felt something tap at her right arm from behind. She turned to see a blurry dark blue figure. "Heya Caboose."
"Are you ok, mommy?" he asked carefully. She smiled.
"Actually, can you get Wash for me? I don't think my blurry eyesight is a good sign."
He looked worried and gave her a quick hug. "Ok."
She slowly half-crawled into her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed cautiously.
Why is it so hard to believe how happy I was this morning?
She rolled over; her head planted in the pillows and took a long breath through the nose.
She froze; she could smell Church on her pillows.
That was why she'd slept so well, because for the first time in years, she'd slept with an arm round her shoulder.
Shaking her head in disbelief and removed most of her armour and dressed into her white cotton dressing gown.
Knock knock
"Come in David." She called to him.
He came in and looked at her carefully.
"You look weak" he said, sounding accusing.
"My eyesight is blurry, do me a favour and get rid of it." She said, impatiently.
He nodded and kneeled next to her on the bed. He quickly wound the white thick bandage over her hand, reminding her of the time when those hands used to caress her hair, her face, her lips.
I don't miss it, she mused. Well, I miss the company, but I think me and Wash have had all the time we've had. Should I break this to him?
"David? Do you still have feelings for me?" she asked bluntly. She'd blamed it on the morphine.
David paused in response to her clean question.
He slowly raised his head.
"I have spent all the time that I saw you again thinking that I did" he said, slowly, thinking over his words.
He looked up to meet a slightly stunned and worried look from Venice. "I used to think that I wanted you back and that…and that I'd go crazy if you didn't. But to be honest, the more and more I think about it, I think we're made to be friends, rather than boyfriend and girlfriend. But can you answer me one thing?"
She nodded.
"I've always speculated that there was another reason to why you split up with me…and I was wondering if you could tell me, if there was one."
She groaned, and closed her eyes in frustration.
"Sorry" she heard him say quickly, and he finished wrapping up her hand. He then nodded towards the window. "Look away, I remember that you hate needles."
She smiled warmly and did what he said. She looked down at her newly bandaged hand as she thought over her answer and barely felt the prick of the needle as she was thinking so much.
"It was because I was young and because I was starting to…" she paused and her face flushed in embarrassment.
"What is it?" he asked, looking concerned.
"Oh David, you were always the right guy, just not at the right time. The fact that you were ordered to go into that program without a partner did throw me off at first, and that made me explore how I used to feel about you. That was the time that I…started to…well you understand that I was a virgin when we were dating?"
He studied her, pink in his cheeks and motioned for her to continue.
"Well…that was the time that I got confused on how I was feeling all the time. It feels so trivial and such the thing that a girl my age would think…oh! I was getting sexual frustrations and there wasn't anybody around to explain! I couldn't exactly tell you, because I felt stupid!" she ranted.
Washington was blushing slightly as well and slightly disappointed. The first shag he's gotton was hardly something he was happy about. He didn't even remember it correctly. He put his hand on her shoulder and smirked. "Venice, it's ok. If anything, I'm disappointed." He joked.
She just blushed deeper. "I'm sorry David, you're a great guy, but well…I think someone else can suit you better than me. At least we both had the shared experience and learnt from it."
He chuckled and hugged her tightly.
"I will never forget the last time I saw you, though" he whispered to her, not at all afraid. "I will never forget the happy times and the lows. I'll always love you Venice, just it will be locked in a secret place of my heart and only you can control it."
She looked at him and her eyes watered. "Thank you Davy."
"You're welcome bumblebee" he replied as she leant up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Now what the heck am I gunna wear to this party?" Venice exclaimed.
Wash laughed and quickly side-stepped out of the room.
