Downpour
Time: 9:08 a.m.
Location: Training Center
Date: December 4, 2000
Getting a hold of Dr. Kadowaki seems impossible. I always call the Garden that she's transferred to, but she's never there. The medicine for Quistis, it seems is intangible. Something we could only hope for, like a wish to win the lottery or a dream to be somebody.
She's been surviving on small blue capsules that she's forced to take daily. They provide the strength for her to move, for her to speak. I know she can't live on these "miracle pills", but I don't know what to do to help. They seem to be losing their charm, because she can't even talk to me. I can't UN-break what I have broken. Fuck, I hate myself.
Wrapping my fingers around the rubber grip, I jam the sharp tip of the Hyperion into the gyrating body of the Grat. It's screams echo through the center. Swiftly, I duck from it's lashing vines, as it tries to get one more hit into this fight. Spinning around, I give it 3 more fatal slashes, before it could fall to the ground. It's life flows violently from all the open wounds. Gasping for breath, I reach down and collect the blood soaked potion it left behind. It seems senseless to get it, since I was left unharmed. Ah well, I could tease some begging, bleeding and crying amateur with this.
"That T-Rexuar really did a number on me! Please let me have that! I NEED IT!"
Laughing, I tucked the small bottle into my pocket, and waited for the idiot to come along.
Time: 6:30 p.m.
Location: Balamb Garden's Hallway
Date: December 4, 2000
Upon returning to my room, I run into Quistis and Squall who are speaking in front of the door. When they see me, Squall takes his leave, and Quistis enters the room. What the hell is going on? Squall pasts me quickly, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. Bastard.
Time: 6:32 p.m.
Location: My Dorm Room
Date: December 4, 2000
She's lying on the bed. Resting on her side, tracing the wrinkles on the lemon colored blanket. Her legs are curled up and her face is pale. I almost feel peaceful sharing a room with her. It's the only place I know. Snow falls lightly in front of the window, and I can hear it touch the ground below. I want to share what I feel right now. I feel I'm going to breakdown.
"Quistis, please talk to me."
She doesn't move. Resting her muscles, she breathes slowly. Blonde hair falls over shoulder and warms up her neck.
"Can you at least tell me what's wrong?"
No answer.
"God, forget it." Annoyed, I walk to the corner of the room. Giving my gunblade a quick swipe with my thumb, I wipe any spots off of it, and place it neatly into the protective sheath. While setting it back against the wall, my shoulders brush against the shelf nearby, and I send her container of pills crashing to the floor.
"DAMNIT!" My voice is loud, and it interrupts the sound of the snow.
Quistis gets up from the bed, and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Angry with myself, and angry with her, I began cussing as I sweep the capsules into my palm. Peering into the nearby wastebasket, I toss the broken container away. There was something in there. Hidden below all the crumpled papers and used tissue. 7 sapphire tablets lay undisturbed. I knew what I saw, but stupidly, I compared them to the ones in my hands. Identical. Why the hell is she throwing them away?
Furious, I throw them to the ground, and brutally swing the bathroom door open. She was knelt in front of the sink, splashing water onto her face. The loud sound of the door almost being ripped off the hinges startled her. She stared at me, confused. Water drops were all over her face.