Chapter Thirty-Five
"Wakey, wakey. It's time for your medication."
Jordan's swollen eyes opened a crack, peeking at the voice who had woken him, widening when he realised who it was. "L-"
"Shhh, shhh, shhh." Liv interupted, placing her hand over her ex-boyfriends mouth silencing him before he could finish. "I'm here to take care of you. Just like you did my little sister." Realisation dawned on Jordan's face, the penny had finally dropped. "You know I felt so awful for all the things I did to you, the lying and cheating I thought I was a horrible human being. I felt like I wasn't good enough for someone like you." Laughing darkly, Liv moved closer to Jordan's messed up face her voice dropping. "Funny isn't it, how wrong I was. You hold yourself so far above the likes of Eric but it wasn't him raping and beating a sixteen year old girl. It was you. You make my skin crawl, I'm fucking offended that you're even still breathing. I would sooner save Jeanine than you."
Leaning back Liv took in the machines that Jordan was hooked up to, she was no doctor so she had no idea what exactly she was looking at, but it all looked pretty damn important to her. "I've killed two people now," Liv mused, twiddling with one of the wires connected to a machine that repeatidly beeped. "You probably know that right? You know exactly what I'm capable of, is that why you never beat me? Because you knew unlike Flick I could defend myself?" Liv felt like a volcano ready to blow at any second, the energy being used to keep herself under control was quickly waning. Leaping ontop of Jordan, one leg either side of him, she pushed two fingers as hard as she could into his bandaged ribs, the muffled cry of pain barely registering in her mind. "Does it make your dick hard when a young girl has no way of fighting you off?! Does it make you feel like a real man?! Does it?!"
Splutters of pain escaped from Jordan's bruised lips as Liv twisted her finger tips deeper between his broken ribs. "P-please! There's nothing I can say to make this right."
"We have a winner!" Hissed Liv, removing her fingers after one last purposeful jab. "I thought about what I was going to do to you all the way over here, scalple to the throat was what I settled on but that doesn't seem right now that I'm here, infront of you."
"What are you going to do to me?"
What was she going to do to him? So consumed by the burning urge to inflict pain on the pathetic man laid out on the hospital bed, Liv hadn't actually settled on exactly what her intentions were. Death seemed to simple, he wouldn't have to suffer of feel the way that Felicity still had to. No death was too good for someone like him, she needed to be more creative. "You know in Erudite they train the doctors and medical staff. In fact my father is a doctor and he had a lot of medical books which me and Flick used to look through when we were younger, you know look up the worst ways to break a bone and stuff like that." Reaching out her pale hand Liv fingered the clear IV tube. "There was one thing that always stood out to me most, it was so simple and insignificant yet caused irriversable damage." Pulling the end of the IV drip from the bag of fluids Liv placed the tube between her lips and blew until a little bubble of air appeared in the tube. "Do you know what an air embolism is? No? Let me explain," Popping the tube back into the fluid sack, Liv perched on the edge of the bed and took hold of Jordan's right hand. "You see that little pocket of air slowly moving up that tube? Well, when that reached your body it will travel to your heart, or your lungs, or your brain and when that happens you'll either have a stroke, heart attack or respitory failure-"
On the bed Jordan fought as hard as he could to reach where the IV drip connected with his body, desperate to pull the tube from himself but the extent of his injuries and Liv's soft but firm hold prohibited any chance he had of removing it. "Liv, you can't do this...please."
"Personally I hope you have a stroke," Liv continued, acting as if Jordan had never spoken. "I hope you survive it but never recover from it. You'll be nothing but a drooling vegetable for the rest of your miserable life. And I will come by everyday just to watch you with a smile, to remind you that a Divergent slave made you what you are." Quickly glancing over at the tube, Liv smiled brightly down at Jordan and stroked his sweaty brow. "In a matter of seconds your life is over."
"No! No Liv! No!"
Rising from the bed, Liv wordless went to exit the infirmary the muffled screams and pleas Jordan created were like music to her ears. Without so much of a glance over her shoulder she swept from the infirmary just as the alarms on one of Jordan's machines started to blare and several medical staff shoved past her through the swing doors to his aid. If only they knew it was all too late.
A/N/ Thank you so much to Arifwolff14, DracoMalfoysSecretWife and Cczerka for your feedback, I'm glad you're all enjoying it so far :) I'm sorry that this chapter is so unbelievably short but I wanted to quickly get it out and have justice be served! I should be updating again Friday. Let me know what you thought :)