DAVE:
A seven hour stand off ended tragically today, as three people were stabbed to death, and four people injured in a horrible hostage situation in Port Angeles.
Jack Noir, a notorious Drug Dealer, and Leader of the Black Carapace Gang had taken eleven hostages in a drug deal that turned sour. After being caught by an undercover agent, he escaped to a nearby bank, where he held everyone inside at both gunpoint and knifepoint.
Upon hearing the screams of the victims, Officer Peregrine lead a team of rescuers into the building, where a brave Officer shot and killed Jack Noir.
"We only did what we had to, to save the innocent people inside." Officer Peregrine said, "We do not regret our actions in bringing down Mr. Noir. Everyone here at the Police Station send out our condolences to the victim's families."
"So, Jack Noir is finally dead?" Rose asked, walking back into the hotel room with a glass of wine cradled in her hand,
"Good riddance." Dave spat, "This is all his fucking fault."
Rose gave him a confused look, but Dave did not offer her an explanation.
He was just glad Jack got what he deserved in the end. A bullet to the head.
Dave was laying on the bed. They were staying the night in a two bed hotel room. It was the closest place to the graveyard, and no one wanted to spend more time then they had to driving after the long trip. Dave was exhausted, and going so long without any medication was starting to wear down on him. Rose was sitting at the end of the bed she was going to share with Kanaya, sipping her wine with a thoughtful look.
The shower pounded in the bathroom to the right of them. Kanaya had been in the bathroom for nearly ten minutes now, leaving the siblings alone in the room.
"Rose…" Dave whispered.
"Yes?" She asked, turning off the television.
"I'm tired." He said softly,
"Want me to turn the light off?" She asked,
"No… not sleepy tired… just tired." He sighed.
Rose got up and walked over to his bed, sitting down next to him. She brushed the hair out of his face, "What do you want to do then?"
"I don't know…" He let out a soft chuckle, "I'm just tired."
Tired of the pain, tired of the worry, tired of letting people down, tired of letting himself down, tired of fighting…
…all he wanted to do was sleep.
If he was asleep, then there was no pain.
"Dave…" She whispered,
"Can you do me a favour?" He asked, "Anything." She nodded,
"I changed my mind… I want some pain-killers now." His voice cracked as he spoke, and he cursed himself for it.
"Certainly." She nodded.
She got up and walked over to her bag, pulling out several different kinds of medication.
"Just the pain-killers." Dave snapped,
"As you wish." She frowned.
He looked over at the clock, it read 6:02 PM. The sky outside was dark with the coming storm, but at least the rain had lightened up. It was still windy, but not as bad.
…the setting was perfect. He could not think of better weather right now.
And that was totally not sarcasm.
Rose returned, snapping him out of his thoughts. She had a container of apple juice, and a single pill in the palm of her hand.
"Thank you." He said, as he grabbed them from her,
"I know how you like your apple juice." She smiled.
"You are awesome." He joked.
Dave forced himself to sit up, as he took the pill. He swallowed it, and drank the entire container of apple juice. It was all he could stomach lately… it was all he had ate since they left the hospital…
"Rose." He said softly,
"Yes?" She said, rubbing his back,"I'm going for a walk." He said, unable to look at her.
"Do you want me to go with you?" She asked,
"No." He shook his head, "I want to go alone."
She looked taken back for a moment, her eyes watering up and she nodded, "Yes. Of course."
"Rose…" His voice was barely above a whisper,
"Yes, brother?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, and Dave saw a single tear drop form in the corner of her eye.
"Thank you for everything." He smiled, reaching up to wipe the tear away, "I love you, sis."
"I love you too, 'bro'."
Dave looked at her as she stood up, backing up so he could climb out of the bed. He grabbed his cane and started for the door. She did not try to follow him. He paused, one hand on the door, before turning around and smiling at Rose, a real, genuine smile.
She nodded back at him, and he slipped from the room.
ROSE: