Part 16
When the men on the chessboard,get up and tell you where to go
"Freaking mice, stop with the icepicks!" I call, as I open my eyes. I find myself in Basement five, Lab 101. They didn't even bloody asked me if I wanted medical treatment.
"What was that, Eberts, sweetheart?" Claire asks turning to me concerned.
"I said that outloud?" Bloody hell, I probably did, they better not freaking look me up in that padded room. I will not go in that padded room. They probably think I have lost my marbles now, and that I need their sympathy. FOOLS!! I don't want pity, I want them to really be concerned for me. I do not want them to just be concerned when I am hurt.
"Yes, you said, that out loud, Eberts. What did you mean when you told the mice to stop with their icepicks?" She walks towards me, from the computer she had been working on.
"Its just something, you wouldn't understand." Mental bet : Five bucks she is going to suspect I have a headache, and try and offer me asprin.
"Do you have a headache? I can give you some as...." she stops herself, " a candy bar."
I wonder how I am going to pay myself. I know when I get out I'll buy that little fuzzy dice thing, I have been wanting to put into Jaden's beatup toyota. He hates funny dice.I am glad at least she read my medical file, while I was asleep. "Can you get me something to drink, too?" I ask.
"Sure, I'll be right back.Don't move." She departs.
Haha. Don't move.I need to get out of here, I need to be free, I need some alcohol. I know they will not give it to me here. Maybe not some alcohol, but a giant bag of hershey kisses. I pull my IV out. I start to get out of the bed, then I notice my attire. Bloody hell, doesn't anyone know about decency. Arnaud stripped me to my boxers, and now, the agency has me garmented in a stupid hospital gown. Where did they put my boxers, they stripped me of them, obviously to treat my thigh with the foul smelling chemical I can smell on most of my burns.They didn't even bloody tie this thing correctly. My hands works furiously to tie it stronger, and tighter. It hurts my back a little, but I need to get out. To go to my car, take a shower, and get some sleep. I get up, I really wish I had some clothes on, -or- at least some pants, this will have to do. I start for the door, and Robert Hobbes, and Darien Fawkes enter.
"Where are you going?" Robert asks. They walk closer to me so, I am forced to move back towards the bed.
"To my car?"
"Your car isn't on the lot,Eberts?" Darien says, walking closer to me. I step back again.
I curse mentally, bloody hell, I had let Nathan borrow it, -or- maybe it was Jaden. Damn, it I wish those mouse would stop with their icepicks, I can't think straight. I take a deep breath. "I'll call a cab, then."
"No, you won't, you are staying right here, little paper pusher." Hobbes says. They come towards me again, I almost fall onto the bed, but catch myself. I need to think of a way to get out. Wait, did he just call me little paper pusher? He did.
"Hobbes, if you ever bloody call me any name again, I will beat you to a bloody pulp!"
"Hey, don't get hostile, Charlie Brown, I didn't mean anything..." I lunge towards him.
Darien puts his hands on my chest to stop me."Hey, buddy, now is..." He realizes what he had done, as I scream in pain, and fall to the floor hard on my knees.
The Door opens. "What happened?" Claire asks.
"He was trying to escape, then he got violent when Hobbes called him a name, I tried to stop him from killing Hobbes, and I think I accidently touched his burns." Darien kneels down beside me. "I am sorry, man, are you okay?"
I nod weakly. I feel the tears forming in the back of my eyes, but its not the time for that. I try to stand, and another surge of pain brings me hard back on my knees. I can't stop the tears from flowing this time, and I bow my head into my hands.I am an idiot.A freaking idiot, I can't do anything right. "You shouldn't be sorry, its my fault, I'm an idiot." I mumble to Darien between the sobs. He places his hand on my shoulder, patting it in a very careful manner. "You're not an idiot."
Claire and Robert kneel on the floor, in front of me."You're not an idiot, sweetheart, don't say that. "
"No, you're a good man, ..." Hobbes says, he stops himself from finishing. I think he was going to call me Charlie Brown. I could almost laugh at it, if I wasn't in so much pain.
When the men on the chessboard,get up and tell you where to go
"Freaking mice, stop with the icepicks!" I call, as I open my eyes. I find myself in Basement five, Lab 101. They didn't even bloody asked me if I wanted medical treatment.
"What was that, Eberts, sweetheart?" Claire asks turning to me concerned.
"I said that outloud?" Bloody hell, I probably did, they better not freaking look me up in that padded room. I will not go in that padded room. They probably think I have lost my marbles now, and that I need their sympathy. FOOLS!! I don't want pity, I want them to really be concerned for me. I do not want them to just be concerned when I am hurt.
"Yes, you said, that out loud, Eberts. What did you mean when you told the mice to stop with their icepicks?" She walks towards me, from the computer she had been working on.
"Its just something, you wouldn't understand." Mental bet : Five bucks she is going to suspect I have a headache, and try and offer me asprin.
"Do you have a headache? I can give you some as...." she stops herself, " a candy bar."
I wonder how I am going to pay myself. I know when I get out I'll buy that little fuzzy dice thing, I have been wanting to put into Jaden's beatup toyota. He hates funny dice.I am glad at least she read my medical file, while I was asleep. "Can you get me something to drink, too?" I ask.
"Sure, I'll be right back.Don't move." She departs.
Haha. Don't move.I need to get out of here, I need to be free, I need some alcohol. I know they will not give it to me here. Maybe not some alcohol, but a giant bag of hershey kisses. I pull my IV out. I start to get out of the bed, then I notice my attire. Bloody hell, doesn't anyone know about decency. Arnaud stripped me to my boxers, and now, the agency has me garmented in a stupid hospital gown. Where did they put my boxers, they stripped me of them, obviously to treat my thigh with the foul smelling chemical I can smell on most of my burns.They didn't even bloody tie this thing correctly. My hands works furiously to tie it stronger, and tighter. It hurts my back a little, but I need to get out. To go to my car, take a shower, and get some sleep. I get up, I really wish I had some clothes on, -or- at least some pants, this will have to do. I start for the door, and Robert Hobbes, and Darien Fawkes enter.
"Where are you going?" Robert asks. They walk closer to me so, I am forced to move back towards the bed.
"To my car?"
"Your car isn't on the lot,Eberts?" Darien says, walking closer to me. I step back again.
I curse mentally, bloody hell, I had let Nathan borrow it, -or- maybe it was Jaden. Damn, it I wish those mouse would stop with their icepicks, I can't think straight. I take a deep breath. "I'll call a cab, then."
"No, you won't, you are staying right here, little paper pusher." Hobbes says. They come towards me again, I almost fall onto the bed, but catch myself. I need to think of a way to get out. Wait, did he just call me little paper pusher? He did.
"Hobbes, if you ever bloody call me any name again, I will beat you to a bloody pulp!"
"Hey, don't get hostile, Charlie Brown, I didn't mean anything..." I lunge towards him.
Darien puts his hands on my chest to stop me."Hey, buddy, now is..." He realizes what he had done, as I scream in pain, and fall to the floor hard on my knees.
The Door opens. "What happened?" Claire asks.
"He was trying to escape, then he got violent when Hobbes called him a name, I tried to stop him from killing Hobbes, and I think I accidently touched his burns." Darien kneels down beside me. "I am sorry, man, are you okay?"
I nod weakly. I feel the tears forming in the back of my eyes, but its not the time for that. I try to stand, and another surge of pain brings me hard back on my knees. I can't stop the tears from flowing this time, and I bow my head into my hands.I am an idiot.A freaking idiot, I can't do anything right. "You shouldn't be sorry, its my fault, I'm an idiot." I mumble to Darien between the sobs. He places his hand on my shoulder, patting it in a very careful manner. "You're not an idiot."
Claire and Robert kneel on the floor, in front of me."You're not an idiot, sweetheart, don't say that. "
"No, you're a good man, ..." Hobbes says, he stops himself from finishing. I think he was going to call me Charlie Brown. I could almost laugh at it, if I wasn't in so much pain.