Seifer walked into the bathroom and looked through the medicine cabinet that was pre-fully equipped with medical stuff that no one would ever use. It was a hotel. Who needed this stuff in a hotel? He found the bottle of "Esthar Hotel Aspirin."
"How much?" He called into the next room.
"Four." 'Maybe I've been hanging out with Seifer too long...' Quistis thought as she remembered how much she had been cussing lately.
"Four?!"
"You heard me... four. I really don't like this headache... It feels funny. Must be a migraine... I guess."
"Alright." He opened the bottle and took out four of the circular white pills. Seifer walked into the next room to see Quistis laying back down, rubbing her temples.
"Here." He handed them to her, and she looked up at him as if he were insane.
"What?!"
"Nothing..." Quistis stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, when she felt something enter her bare foot. "Ugh! Crap..." Quistis hobbled over to the chair and sat down, tossing the four aspirin haphazardly on the table.
"What's wrong?"
"I stepped on something..." She looked over at the floor, and realized she had never cleaned up the broken mug from the previous night. Seifer walked over and looked down Quistis' foot, and the red liquid slowly seeping out of a rather large cut, with a piece of the hotel mug in it.
"I'm gonna have pull that out..." He said.
"What?!"
"You heard what I said."
"N, no!"
"Oh please, stop acting like a child." Quistis sighed and cringed her nose, now having pain in her foot and head. She felt him holding up her foot and examining it.
"Can't you just do it?"
"Yeah, okay." Quistis felt him pull it out, and by Hyne, it hurt.
"Ow! Dammit..." The blood from her foot was coming out more rapidly now, and it she could hear it dribbling on the floor.
"I'm gonna go get some gauze, okay?"
"Yeah, just hurry." Seifer jogged off into the bathroom, and found gauze and some cut healing stuff.
"I got it." He said as he walked back into the kitchen. He cleaned off the cut with water, then put some of the ointment on it. It burned, but Quistis just stayed still. Seifer finally wrapped it, and most of the bleeding had stopped.
"I don't think its two deep, so, just, uh, keep pressure offa it."
"Mmhmm. Hey... Seifer?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you get me a glass of water?"
"Sure." Seifer was careful not to step on any of the shattered pieces of Quistis' mug, and he returned with water. Quistis was only able to find three of the pills she had thrown on the table, but that was fine. She didn't want to bother Seifer anymore.
Once Quistis had finished the aspirin, and Seifer had finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, they both sat on the foot of the bed, and Seifer patiently (Does tapping your foot and crossing your arms count as patient? Didn't think so...) waited for Quistis to tell him the amount of bail money needed.
"Quistis... How much money is needed...?"
"Don't worry, not alot, I can handle it..." 'If I give up my apartment and work 24/7, sure I can handle it.' Quistis thought sarcastically.
"How much?!"
"112,000,000 gil."
"Holy shit... Thats not alot!?" Seifer said, staring at Quistis in shock. She didn't say anything. "Well, I'm flattered, to be worth so much money, but... Lets just forget about it." He continued.
"Seifer, stop it. I'll get it lowered..."
"How?"
"I don't know, I'll think of something..." She said, rubbing her head, and laying back on the bed.
"Quistis..."
"Mmhmm?"
"...Sorry."
"Whatever you're sorry for, its fine, Seifer..."
"No, really, for alla this shit..."
"I know. I know. Its fine, really." Seifer layed back next to her and cleared his throat. And then it hit her. She had an idea.
"Seifer... I've got it... I'm gonna need to make a phone call though."
"Wait, what are you doing...?" Quistis climbed over Seifer and sat on the other side of him, picking up the phone.
"Hello? Galbadia Prison please."
"How can I help you?" Said the same male voice.
"Hey.. I called earlier about... Almasy."
"Oh yeah, hi, miss."
"Now, I was just going through his records... and it seems he has had a highly dangerous mental state. Its gone now, I just visited him the other day."
"Are you a physchratrist?"
"Yes. And, I need you to lower his bail. You see, I want to do a study on patients that survived."
"You mean, some don't survive?"
"Yes, they commit suicide, or are put to death, but anyway, he isn't dangerous anymore..."
"Alright mam, heh heh, how about 12,000 gil...? Thats as low as they'll allow me here..."
"Thats perfect. Thank you so much."
"Bye." Quistis hung up the phone and sighed.
"Quistis?" Seifer asked. "What'd they say?!"
"12,000 gil... I can afford that. I can."
"You can?"
"Yes..." 'I'll have to take all of my money out of my bank account for you...' She thought to herself.
"...Quistis..."
"I can handle it Seifer. I need to do some things first... So, just stay here."
"Okay."
"You'll be here when I come back?"
"Promise." Quistis flashed a quick smile and pulled on her boots. Then her jacket. Then she left.
Quistis walked down the cold streets of Esthar as it began to snow. She glanced around for a bank, and sighed when she couldn't fnd one. She asked a man, and he said to go left, down this street, so she did, and she found this large building with "Esthar National Bank" Inscribed on it. She walked in.
"How can I help you?" Asked a female teller.
"I'd like to... make a rather large withdrawl from my account."
"Yes? Your name please?"
"Quistis Trepe."
"Okay, how much...?"
"12, 000 gil."
"Why, thats nearly everything!" She said, surprised. Quistis crossed her arms.
"I'm aware of that."
"Okay, I need your social security number..."
~~~
Quistis arrived back at the hotel at around one PM, and she found it silent.
"Seifer?" No answer.
"SEIFER?!" No answer. She tore through the room trying to find him. Nothing. 'You promised, Seifer...' His trenchcoat was gone, as were his boots... 'Dammit...' She layed back on the bed, and layed there for about an hour, when Seifer trudged into the room.
"Seifer!" She sat up and looked at Seifer. "Where the hell were you?"
"Out."
"Out where?"
"Ah... Just out."
"Seifer...!"
"I was, uh... walking..."
"Walking WHERE?" Quistis demanded.
"I was, erm, looking for you."
"Why?"
"You were gone for more than two hours, I was worried..." He muttered. 'Seifer, worried?' Quistis thought.
"Oh..." She replied. She opened a draw and tossed the gil in.
"You really had all that gil...?"
"Well... yeah..." Quistis said, shrugging.
"Your headache gone...?"
"No. ...Seifer, how did you escape?"
"Moombas. Stupid creatures. I told them my bathroom wasn't working, and walked right out the door."
"Heh..."
"Why?"
"We need to get you back in there."
"I know. I've got an idea..."
"What is it?" Quistis asked. Seifer yawned.
"I'll explain later. We need money for a train ride."
"I don't have it. Sorry."
"I'm not saying we'd take it from you, but there's a certain chicken-wuss..."
"We're gonna take money from Zell?"
"We'll pay him back."
"...Whatever. You do it."
"I will." Seifer said, walking out the door. Quistis sighed, and layed back down on the bed. She pulled off her boots and sighed, seeing her left foot all wrapped up. She walked into the kitchen and yawned, still tired. She wondered where her and Sefer were going with all of this. What if Seifer was just using her... to help him escape? To pay his bail? 'Why did I even have sex with this man... Oh...' Her headache worsened and she felt dizzy. She'd had headaches before, but nothing like this. She clutched the table for support as she sat down on one of the small, metal chairs. She couldn't focus and her head was spinning. Her head was throbbing from all of the pain.
"Ahh..." She brought her hand to her head and tried standing up. 'If I can just go lie down...' She started walking over toward the bed, but fell toward the ground.
Seifer had pretty much begged Zell for the 400gil, and he obliged, afraid of getting hurt. Seifer promised to return it. He walked back into his hotel room and glanced around at the silence. 'Where is she?' He thought to himself. He walked into the kitchen and seen Quistis passed out on the floor.
"Quistis!?" He picked her up and put her on the bed. Her blonde hair spread out behind her, and her eyes remained closed. "What the hell happened? Quistis?" He shook her gently, and her eyes slowly opened.
"Seifer...?"
"Hey, what happened?" Seifer asked, running his fingers through her hair.
"I don't know... I just... passed out..." Remembering her thoughts before she passed out, she took his hand and placed it away from her.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"N, nothing. ...I'm gonna go get some aspirin." She swung her legs over the side of the the bed and limped into the bathroom. Her foot really hurt. 'I'll pay his bail, and leave him alone... yeah. Quistis, don't get involved with this man. Oh, Hyne, Quistis don't.' She thought to herself as she downed her third aspirin.
"Hey, Quistis, what is wrong?"
"Nothing." She muttered, rubbing her head.
"...Sure." Seifer said, rolling his eyes. Quistis ran her hand down her face in a frustrated manner.
"So, um, what was your plan?" Quistis got dizzy again, so she sat down on the bed, next to Seifer.
"I'm gonna go in disguised as a Galbadian solider. It's simple. I can handle it."
"Okay. Be careful though, I know from experience, those outfits are smelly and itchy." Quistis smiled and Seifer chuckled.
"Alright, Seifer, I need to take two more days off of work. I have to use the phone..."
"Mmhm." Seifer moved over, and Quistis grabbed the phone, and dialed her work number.
"Hello?" Said Sandre, the receptionist at Quistis' section of the building.
"Hi, this is Quistis Trepe."
"Oh, thank goodness. Please say you're coming back the day after tommarow?"
"Well, actually, I wanted to take the rest of the week off... Is that alright?"
"Um, sure, but you won't get paid..."
"That's fine, even if I don't get paid."
"Great. See you next Monday."
"Bye." Quistis hung up the phone and glanced over at Seifer. He was staring at her again.
"Hey, uh, ...Thanks, I guess." He said, looking away.
"Yeah, its no problem at all." Quistis said in a tone of sarcasm that would only be picked up by someone who used sarcasm all the time... Too bad she was talking to Seifer Almasy.
"Oh, nice use of sarcasm, you're making me feel better."
"I'm not supposed to be making you feel better, I'm supposed to be helping you out of prison."
"...Right." Seifer said, feeling a little bit more guilty than he had before.
"I'm gonna go get some coffee, I'll be back." Quistis limped over to the door. Everything looked sort of blurry, and her head pounded. This was a really bad headache... Was it even a headache? She clutched the door knob for a minute, trying to regain concentration. This only caught Seifer's attention.
"Hey, are you alright?" Seifer asked, as he stood up and walked over to Quistis.
"I'm fine."
"You sure don't look it..."
"Thanks, Seifer." She muttered, turning the door knob.
"No, that's not what I meant at all!" Quistis didn't say anything. "I'll get your coffee."
"You don't have to, I can handle it."
"Just come on, how do you like it?"
"Black."
"Okay, why don't you go, uh, sit down?"
"Uh huh." Seifer walked down the stairs, unable to figure out what was wrong wtih Quistis, she was upset at him, for some reason, and she was sick, or something too. He grabbed the coffee from the hotel's dining area, when he realized he hadn't eaten in quite awhile, so he grabbed some kind of bread, hardly knowing anything about it, other than the fact that it was free, and walked back upstairs.
"Hey, I got your coffee." He said, walking over to her and handing her the paper cup.
"Thanks..." She muttered, taking it.
"Want some bread? ...Well, I think its bread. I dunno, it was free, so I grabbed some."
"No, thats alright, thanks."
"Okay." Seifer took a hunk of the bread and shoved it into his mouth. Quistis sipped her coffee, rubbing her temples at the same time.
"Quistis, are you sure that you're alright? I mean, we could take you into the Esthar Hospital..."
"No, Seifer, I'm fine." Quistis said, staring at the blackish brown liquid in the small white cup in front of her. A lock of hair fell out of the neat bun she had put it in when Seifer had left, and she sighed. Seifer pushed the lock of hair out of her face, and she smiled weakly. Everything stayed silent for awhile, and Quistis laid back on the bed, her headache lightening up.
"Seifer, I'm gonna go out and buy the-" she yawned "-tickets."
"Alright." He handed her the four hundred gil, and she walked toward the door. 'Wait a minute, she can't go out... Stupid.'
"Wait!" Seifer called.
"What?" She turned.
"Lets buy 'em tommarow, right before we board..."
"Why?"
"Cuz, I have to talk to you..." 'Why am I lying?' He asked himself. Well, the fact of the matter was that he was worried about Quistis' health. She got all too many headaches. Hyne, if he wasn't an escaped convict, he'd take her into the hospital by force, but unfortunetely, Seifer was an escaped convict- for now, anyway.
"..Sure." Quistis obliged. She didn't want to go out anyway. She sat on the bed next to him, and she looked at him. He paused, trying to think of something to ask her.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, ...You seem upset at me. Can you tell me why?"
"I'm not upset at you."
"Yes, you are."
"Seifer, I don't want to argue with you. I'm not upset with you!"
"...Sure, Quistis. Why don't just tell me, so we can live in semi-peace?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Yes, there is! Tell, me...!"
"Its NOTHING!" Quistis could feel her headache worsening.
"Come on, Quistis. You can tell me."
"I can? Why?"
"Cuz, you can!" He smiled. 'Why did Seifer have to smile? To make me vunerable and weak...? To make me spill... All part of his evil-' Her thoughts were interupted by her own mouth.
"I was just thinking." 'Why did I say that?! Oh, Hyne, I didn't mean to say that. Stick to your story. Don't cause trouble. You aren't upset at him.'
"About what?"
"...Us." 'Why!? Why are these words coming out of my mouth?!'
"What about us?" Seifer was getting curious now.
"...Nothing really." 'Quistis had finally gained control of her words.
"Oh, come on..."
"I was afraid... that you were using me..." Quistis was afraid of his reply, and felt guilt for even thinking those thoughts, nevermind saying them. She took a large gulp of he coffee, and prepared for the worst.
"Quistis... You're saying you don't trust me...? I mean, you have reason not to, so just answer me truthfully..."
"No! I mean, well, yes, but not in that sense. I mean, its just doubts, you know? You're Seifer, and all of the sudden you trust me, and the oddest part is that I trust you too..." 'Trust... is that all we share?' Quistis thought to herself. 'He said he cared for me... but that's all... not love, care...'
"That's why you're so upset... Oh, Quistis... I'm not using you. If I were using you, you'd know. I worry about you. Why would I worry about anyone I was using...? And, I told you, you DON'T havta do this. Oh... Hyne, please don't think you do."
"...Seifer..." She reached over and hugged him, and he placed his arms around her also. "I do this because you need it. I'll do anything you need."
"Quistis..." 'How can someone love me as much as you do?' Seifer wondered to himself. They stayed like that until Seifer heard a small groan escape Quistis. He look down at her, and she hugged Seifer tighter.
"I feel sorta dizzy, Seifer. I'm gonna lie down, alright?"
"Sure..." Seifer replied, more than a hint of concern in his voice. So, Quistis layed back down, and rested her arm over her forehead.
"Seifer..."
"Quistis, I'm taking you into the hospital."
"No! I'm FINE!"
"Don't get upset. Please? Just come with me?"
"No, Seifer, I'm okay."
"Quistis, come on. Don't make me pick you up and carry you!"
"Seifer..." Quistis groaned. "Stop it." Seifer walked over and grabbed her, lifting her in the air. She was light enough. "SEIFER! Put me down! I'll go, I'll go." Seifer smiled and set her on the ground carefully. They walked out the door.
When they arrived at the hospital, things were quiet, and there weren't too many people there. Seifer signed Quistis in. She was taken in by the doctors immediately. Seifer picked up a magazine, "Fishing In Balamb," and flipped through it.
At around midnight, a doctor walked out to Seifer.
"Are you the one who brought Ms. Trepe in?"
"Uh, yeah." He said, tossing the magazine to the side.
"Well, we know what's wrong with her..."
"Oh, good... Nothing too serious, right?!"
"Well, actually..."
"What is it?"
"She's pregnant."
End Chapter 4.
"How much?" He called into the next room.
"Four." 'Maybe I've been hanging out with Seifer too long...' Quistis thought as she remembered how much she had been cussing lately.
"Four?!"
"You heard me... four. I really don't like this headache... It feels funny. Must be a migraine... I guess."
"Alright." He opened the bottle and took out four of the circular white pills. Seifer walked into the next room to see Quistis laying back down, rubbing her temples.
"Here." He handed them to her, and she looked up at him as if he were insane.
"What?!"
"Nothing..." Quistis stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, when she felt something enter her bare foot. "Ugh! Crap..." Quistis hobbled over to the chair and sat down, tossing the four aspirin haphazardly on the table.
"What's wrong?"
"I stepped on something..." She looked over at the floor, and realized she had never cleaned up the broken mug from the previous night. Seifer walked over and looked down Quistis' foot, and the red liquid slowly seeping out of a rather large cut, with a piece of the hotel mug in it.
"I'm gonna have pull that out..." He said.
"What?!"
"You heard what I said."
"N, no!"
"Oh please, stop acting like a child." Quistis sighed and cringed her nose, now having pain in her foot and head. She felt him holding up her foot and examining it.
"Can't you just do it?"
"Yeah, okay." Quistis felt him pull it out, and by Hyne, it hurt.
"Ow! Dammit..." The blood from her foot was coming out more rapidly now, and it she could hear it dribbling on the floor.
"I'm gonna go get some gauze, okay?"
"Yeah, just hurry." Seifer jogged off into the bathroom, and found gauze and some cut healing stuff.
"I got it." He said as he walked back into the kitchen. He cleaned off the cut with water, then put some of the ointment on it. It burned, but Quistis just stayed still. Seifer finally wrapped it, and most of the bleeding had stopped.
"I don't think its two deep, so, just, uh, keep pressure offa it."
"Mmhmm. Hey... Seifer?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you get me a glass of water?"
"Sure." Seifer was careful not to step on any of the shattered pieces of Quistis' mug, and he returned with water. Quistis was only able to find three of the pills she had thrown on the table, but that was fine. She didn't want to bother Seifer anymore.
Once Quistis had finished the aspirin, and Seifer had finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, they both sat on the foot of the bed, and Seifer patiently (Does tapping your foot and crossing your arms count as patient? Didn't think so...) waited for Quistis to tell him the amount of bail money needed.
"Quistis... How much money is needed...?"
"Don't worry, not alot, I can handle it..." 'If I give up my apartment and work 24/7, sure I can handle it.' Quistis thought sarcastically.
"How much?!"
"112,000,000 gil."
"Holy shit... Thats not alot!?" Seifer said, staring at Quistis in shock. She didn't say anything. "Well, I'm flattered, to be worth so much money, but... Lets just forget about it." He continued.
"Seifer, stop it. I'll get it lowered..."
"How?"
"I don't know, I'll think of something..." She said, rubbing her head, and laying back on the bed.
"Quistis..."
"Mmhmm?"
"...Sorry."
"Whatever you're sorry for, its fine, Seifer..."
"No, really, for alla this shit..."
"I know. I know. Its fine, really." Seifer layed back next to her and cleared his throat. And then it hit her. She had an idea.
"Seifer... I've got it... I'm gonna need to make a phone call though."
"Wait, what are you doing...?" Quistis climbed over Seifer and sat on the other side of him, picking up the phone.
"Hello? Galbadia Prison please."
"How can I help you?" Said the same male voice.
"Hey.. I called earlier about... Almasy."
"Oh yeah, hi, miss."
"Now, I was just going through his records... and it seems he has had a highly dangerous mental state. Its gone now, I just visited him the other day."
"Are you a physchratrist?"
"Yes. And, I need you to lower his bail. You see, I want to do a study on patients that survived."
"You mean, some don't survive?"
"Yes, they commit suicide, or are put to death, but anyway, he isn't dangerous anymore..."
"Alright mam, heh heh, how about 12,000 gil...? Thats as low as they'll allow me here..."
"Thats perfect. Thank you so much."
"Bye." Quistis hung up the phone and sighed.
"Quistis?" Seifer asked. "What'd they say?!"
"12,000 gil... I can afford that. I can."
"You can?"
"Yes..." 'I'll have to take all of my money out of my bank account for you...' She thought to herself.
"...Quistis..."
"I can handle it Seifer. I need to do some things first... So, just stay here."
"Okay."
"You'll be here when I come back?"
"Promise." Quistis flashed a quick smile and pulled on her boots. Then her jacket. Then she left.
Quistis walked down the cold streets of Esthar as it began to snow. She glanced around for a bank, and sighed when she couldn't fnd one. She asked a man, and he said to go left, down this street, so she did, and she found this large building with "Esthar National Bank" Inscribed on it. She walked in.
"How can I help you?" Asked a female teller.
"I'd like to... make a rather large withdrawl from my account."
"Yes? Your name please?"
"Quistis Trepe."
"Okay, how much...?"
"12, 000 gil."
"Why, thats nearly everything!" She said, surprised. Quistis crossed her arms.
"I'm aware of that."
"Okay, I need your social security number..."
~~~
Quistis arrived back at the hotel at around one PM, and she found it silent.
"Seifer?" No answer.
"SEIFER?!" No answer. She tore through the room trying to find him. Nothing. 'You promised, Seifer...' His trenchcoat was gone, as were his boots... 'Dammit...' She layed back on the bed, and layed there for about an hour, when Seifer trudged into the room.
"Seifer!" She sat up and looked at Seifer. "Where the hell were you?"
"Out."
"Out where?"
"Ah... Just out."
"Seifer...!"
"I was, uh... walking..."
"Walking WHERE?" Quistis demanded.
"I was, erm, looking for you."
"Why?"
"You were gone for more than two hours, I was worried..." He muttered. 'Seifer, worried?' Quistis thought.
"Oh..." She replied. She opened a draw and tossed the gil in.
"You really had all that gil...?"
"Well... yeah..." Quistis said, shrugging.
"Your headache gone...?"
"No. ...Seifer, how did you escape?"
"Moombas. Stupid creatures. I told them my bathroom wasn't working, and walked right out the door."
"Heh..."
"Why?"
"We need to get you back in there."
"I know. I've got an idea..."
"What is it?" Quistis asked. Seifer yawned.
"I'll explain later. We need money for a train ride."
"I don't have it. Sorry."
"I'm not saying we'd take it from you, but there's a certain chicken-wuss..."
"We're gonna take money from Zell?"
"We'll pay him back."
"...Whatever. You do it."
"I will." Seifer said, walking out the door. Quistis sighed, and layed back down on the bed. She pulled off her boots and sighed, seeing her left foot all wrapped up. She walked into the kitchen and yawned, still tired. She wondered where her and Sefer were going with all of this. What if Seifer was just using her... to help him escape? To pay his bail? 'Why did I even have sex with this man... Oh...' Her headache worsened and she felt dizzy. She'd had headaches before, but nothing like this. She clutched the table for support as she sat down on one of the small, metal chairs. She couldn't focus and her head was spinning. Her head was throbbing from all of the pain.
"Ahh..." She brought her hand to her head and tried standing up. 'If I can just go lie down...' She started walking over toward the bed, but fell toward the ground.
Seifer had pretty much begged Zell for the 400gil, and he obliged, afraid of getting hurt. Seifer promised to return it. He walked back into his hotel room and glanced around at the silence. 'Where is she?' He thought to himself. He walked into the kitchen and seen Quistis passed out on the floor.
"Quistis!?" He picked her up and put her on the bed. Her blonde hair spread out behind her, and her eyes remained closed. "What the hell happened? Quistis?" He shook her gently, and her eyes slowly opened.
"Seifer...?"
"Hey, what happened?" Seifer asked, running his fingers through her hair.
"I don't know... I just... passed out..." Remembering her thoughts before she passed out, she took his hand and placed it away from her.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"N, nothing. ...I'm gonna go get some aspirin." She swung her legs over the side of the the bed and limped into the bathroom. Her foot really hurt. 'I'll pay his bail, and leave him alone... yeah. Quistis, don't get involved with this man. Oh, Hyne, Quistis don't.' She thought to herself as she downed her third aspirin.
"Hey, Quistis, what is wrong?"
"Nothing." She muttered, rubbing her head.
"...Sure." Seifer said, rolling his eyes. Quistis ran her hand down her face in a frustrated manner.
"So, um, what was your plan?" Quistis got dizzy again, so she sat down on the bed, next to Seifer.
"I'm gonna go in disguised as a Galbadian solider. It's simple. I can handle it."
"Okay. Be careful though, I know from experience, those outfits are smelly and itchy." Quistis smiled and Seifer chuckled.
"Alright, Seifer, I need to take two more days off of work. I have to use the phone..."
"Mmhm." Seifer moved over, and Quistis grabbed the phone, and dialed her work number.
"Hello?" Said Sandre, the receptionist at Quistis' section of the building.
"Hi, this is Quistis Trepe."
"Oh, thank goodness. Please say you're coming back the day after tommarow?"
"Well, actually, I wanted to take the rest of the week off... Is that alright?"
"Um, sure, but you won't get paid..."
"That's fine, even if I don't get paid."
"Great. See you next Monday."
"Bye." Quistis hung up the phone and glanced over at Seifer. He was staring at her again.
"Hey, uh, ...Thanks, I guess." He said, looking away.
"Yeah, its no problem at all." Quistis said in a tone of sarcasm that would only be picked up by someone who used sarcasm all the time... Too bad she was talking to Seifer Almasy.
"Oh, nice use of sarcasm, you're making me feel better."
"I'm not supposed to be making you feel better, I'm supposed to be helping you out of prison."
"...Right." Seifer said, feeling a little bit more guilty than he had before.
"I'm gonna go get some coffee, I'll be back." Quistis limped over to the door. Everything looked sort of blurry, and her head pounded. This was a really bad headache... Was it even a headache? She clutched the door knob for a minute, trying to regain concentration. This only caught Seifer's attention.
"Hey, are you alright?" Seifer asked, as he stood up and walked over to Quistis.
"I'm fine."
"You sure don't look it..."
"Thanks, Seifer." She muttered, turning the door knob.
"No, that's not what I meant at all!" Quistis didn't say anything. "I'll get your coffee."
"You don't have to, I can handle it."
"Just come on, how do you like it?"
"Black."
"Okay, why don't you go, uh, sit down?"
"Uh huh." Seifer walked down the stairs, unable to figure out what was wrong wtih Quistis, she was upset at him, for some reason, and she was sick, or something too. He grabbed the coffee from the hotel's dining area, when he realized he hadn't eaten in quite awhile, so he grabbed some kind of bread, hardly knowing anything about it, other than the fact that it was free, and walked back upstairs.
"Hey, I got your coffee." He said, walking over to her and handing her the paper cup.
"Thanks..." She muttered, taking it.
"Want some bread? ...Well, I think its bread. I dunno, it was free, so I grabbed some."
"No, thats alright, thanks."
"Okay." Seifer took a hunk of the bread and shoved it into his mouth. Quistis sipped her coffee, rubbing her temples at the same time.
"Quistis, are you sure that you're alright? I mean, we could take you into the Esthar Hospital..."
"No, Seifer, I'm fine." Quistis said, staring at the blackish brown liquid in the small white cup in front of her. A lock of hair fell out of the neat bun she had put it in when Seifer had left, and she sighed. Seifer pushed the lock of hair out of her face, and she smiled weakly. Everything stayed silent for awhile, and Quistis laid back on the bed, her headache lightening up.
"Seifer, I'm gonna go out and buy the-" she yawned "-tickets."
"Alright." He handed her the four hundred gil, and she walked toward the door. 'Wait a minute, she can't go out... Stupid.'
"Wait!" Seifer called.
"What?" She turned.
"Lets buy 'em tommarow, right before we board..."
"Why?"
"Cuz, I have to talk to you..." 'Why am I lying?' He asked himself. Well, the fact of the matter was that he was worried about Quistis' health. She got all too many headaches. Hyne, if he wasn't an escaped convict, he'd take her into the hospital by force, but unfortunetely, Seifer was an escaped convict- for now, anyway.
"..Sure." Quistis obliged. She didn't want to go out anyway. She sat on the bed next to him, and she looked at him. He paused, trying to think of something to ask her.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, ...You seem upset at me. Can you tell me why?"
"I'm not upset at you."
"Yes, you are."
"Seifer, I don't want to argue with you. I'm not upset with you!"
"...Sure, Quistis. Why don't just tell me, so we can live in semi-peace?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Yes, there is! Tell, me...!"
"Its NOTHING!" Quistis could feel her headache worsening.
"Come on, Quistis. You can tell me."
"I can? Why?"
"Cuz, you can!" He smiled. 'Why did Seifer have to smile? To make me vunerable and weak...? To make me spill... All part of his evil-' Her thoughts were interupted by her own mouth.
"I was just thinking." 'Why did I say that?! Oh, Hyne, I didn't mean to say that. Stick to your story. Don't cause trouble. You aren't upset at him.'
"About what?"
"...Us." 'Why!? Why are these words coming out of my mouth?!'
"What about us?" Seifer was getting curious now.
"...Nothing really." 'Quistis had finally gained control of her words.
"Oh, come on..."
"I was afraid... that you were using me..." Quistis was afraid of his reply, and felt guilt for even thinking those thoughts, nevermind saying them. She took a large gulp of he coffee, and prepared for the worst.
"Quistis... You're saying you don't trust me...? I mean, you have reason not to, so just answer me truthfully..."
"No! I mean, well, yes, but not in that sense. I mean, its just doubts, you know? You're Seifer, and all of the sudden you trust me, and the oddest part is that I trust you too..." 'Trust... is that all we share?' Quistis thought to herself. 'He said he cared for me... but that's all... not love, care...'
"That's why you're so upset... Oh, Quistis... I'm not using you. If I were using you, you'd know. I worry about you. Why would I worry about anyone I was using...? And, I told you, you DON'T havta do this. Oh... Hyne, please don't think you do."
"...Seifer..." She reached over and hugged him, and he placed his arms around her also. "I do this because you need it. I'll do anything you need."
"Quistis..." 'How can someone love me as much as you do?' Seifer wondered to himself. They stayed like that until Seifer heard a small groan escape Quistis. He look down at her, and she hugged Seifer tighter.
"I feel sorta dizzy, Seifer. I'm gonna lie down, alright?"
"Sure..." Seifer replied, more than a hint of concern in his voice. So, Quistis layed back down, and rested her arm over her forehead.
"Seifer..."
"Quistis, I'm taking you into the hospital."
"No! I'm FINE!"
"Don't get upset. Please? Just come with me?"
"No, Seifer, I'm okay."
"Quistis, come on. Don't make me pick you up and carry you!"
"Seifer..." Quistis groaned. "Stop it." Seifer walked over and grabbed her, lifting her in the air. She was light enough. "SEIFER! Put me down! I'll go, I'll go." Seifer smiled and set her on the ground carefully. They walked out the door.
When they arrived at the hospital, things were quiet, and there weren't too many people there. Seifer signed Quistis in. She was taken in by the doctors immediately. Seifer picked up a magazine, "Fishing In Balamb," and flipped through it.
At around midnight, a doctor walked out to Seifer.
"Are you the one who brought Ms. Trepe in?"
"Uh, yeah." He said, tossing the magazine to the side.
"Well, we know what's wrong with her..."
"Oh, good... Nothing too serious, right?!"
"Well, actually..."
"What is it?"
"She's pregnant."
End Chapter 4.