Part 9
Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dreaming
I notice Eberts deeply breathing now. He has finally gone to sleep. I wish I knew what he had been thinking. I don't think he was reliving his torture which would good. But something highly tiring to him. He has me worried. I am unsure, if Arnaud will come back and finish him off, and though it seems he is not experiencing major side effects right now, except maybe hostility, I am not sure when he will. I know something is clicking inside his mind, and soon something will have to happen. I know it will because of his hostile behavior, but I am unsure what exactly. Maybe I should have become a psychatrist, then maybe I can figure out what hes going through. I like being a scientist though, its nice figuring out how things work, and how to improve them. I have never been good with people though, and I am so uncomfortable with them, now. Especially after Marshall Braddock, I hate that man, and I hope he is having fun rotting in jail, but to think he so easily made his way into the agency. I am not sure who to trust anymore. There is no telling who has found my secrets, that I have tried so hard to cover up. I worked hard to cover these things up, which weren't my fault, though everyone accuses me of them. Maybe in a way they were my fault, but I do not deserve all the blame and I wish everyone would stop blaming me for them. This is why I hide behind my persona of the keeper, because I may never forget those things, but others can, if they can't find records of them.
I hear the door slide open. I turn to face the person. Its Monroe."How's he doing?" She asks concerned.
"He's sleeping now, and he tells me hes fine, and he doesn't want anymore drugs, but I think hes in a lot of pain mentally and physically.We may still lose him."
"Why would he ask for no drugs then?" Alex questions. I understand her logic behind that. Most people would probably take drugs to forget what happened. They want to go to sleep without fear.
"He said his body couldn't handle anything else, I promised him, I wouldn't give him drugs unless it was absoultly necessary. He needs to try and relax some, he is very tense right now, and he may not be very trusting, we need to get him to know we trust him, and care about him."
She nods. She walks towards him, and gazes down. She bends over carefully and kisses his forehead. "He looks like an angel when he sleeps, " she murmurs, turning back to me. I nod."To think that devil did that to him, Poor Baby."
"Yes, it was horrible...."I think something about this incident hit a nerve with her."How are you doing, Alex?" I ask out of concern.
"Can I sit down?" She asks pointing to a chair, next to his bed. I nod. She picks the chair up, and brings it next to my chair.Her eyes are red as if she has been crying, I think we all have been today. Her voice grows sad as she starts to speak."I'm worried about him, Claire, when I was looking through his files, I found all this stuff I never knew about him. It reminded me of this guy I always dreamed about, and I almost got him killed." Tears start streaming down his eyes. "He's the kind of person, I have always wanted to marry, and I had to be the big hero, and..."
"You almost lost your chance to find out if it could work out?" I ask.
She nods slightly. "I'm lonely, Claire, and Eberts has been right under my nose the whole time at the agency, and ..." She stops a second as she rummages through her pocket for a tissue. I pull a box out from under the cabinet and hand one to her. She takes one. "Thanks."
"I know what you're going through, Alex, I have known him since high school, and I have never really paid much attention to him. I really can't say I know much about him, but after seeing that tape, I knew I had wasted an oppurtunity for a good friendship, and that if he dies, I would really miss him." I feel tears forming in my eyes, but instead of keeping them, I let them flow. I know as well as she how bad it is holding feelings in. Now, is the time to let it out, and if she can cry without holding it, I can cry as well, especially since she appears much stronger than me. I take a tissue, and blow my nose.
"Why is it when you are about to lose things you see how important they are." She says, and she begins to sob. I pat her hand.
"I don't know." I say, unable to stop from sobbing myself. "And I am not sure if he will....::sob::..still be the same sweet eberts that we never noticed." She clutches my hand, tightly, for strength. She looks as if a person about to tumble off a cliff.
"I am so... scared for him,... and now he will probably... always h...h..h..hate ...me, I ....almost... killed ...him."
"I will not." We both hear from behind us. I turn, Eberts is sitting with his eyes open. "Will you two come here for a second."
Alex weakly nods, she releases my hand, and we walk to him.
"What is it, Sweetheart?" I asks, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. He sits up stiffly before I can protest. He draws me into a small, yet sweet hug, and leans over a bit and proceeds to give Alex a hug.
"My friend, George, taught me once, that always in times of crisis, you aren't the only victim.So, please stop crying over me like I have died, I will be fine." He gives us a small, pained smile, and I know the hugs must have hurt him, but we couldn't have stopped him from doing it. He wouldn't have listened.
"Okay." Alex says weakly.
Eberts smiles. "Its good I have friends who have as much therapy as me, now, go do some work, because you still have work, -or- at least if you are going to cry please don't do it in here, I am trying to get some sleep." He says, in a manner we can both tell is joking. He reverts to his usual frown, there is something in his eyes though. "Thank you for caring. I really appricate it."
He lays back down and closes his eyes, and we hear his deep breathing before he can hear our answer.
"You're welcome, Albert." Alex murmurs, and kisses his forehead again.
"We wouldn't have it any other way." I say, and kiss his check.
Alex nods.
(more to come)
Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dreaming
I notice Eberts deeply breathing now. He has finally gone to sleep. I wish I knew what he had been thinking. I don't think he was reliving his torture which would good. But something highly tiring to him. He has me worried. I am unsure, if Arnaud will come back and finish him off, and though it seems he is not experiencing major side effects right now, except maybe hostility, I am not sure when he will. I know something is clicking inside his mind, and soon something will have to happen. I know it will because of his hostile behavior, but I am unsure what exactly. Maybe I should have become a psychatrist, then maybe I can figure out what hes going through. I like being a scientist though, its nice figuring out how things work, and how to improve them. I have never been good with people though, and I am so uncomfortable with them, now. Especially after Marshall Braddock, I hate that man, and I hope he is having fun rotting in jail, but to think he so easily made his way into the agency. I am not sure who to trust anymore. There is no telling who has found my secrets, that I have tried so hard to cover up. I worked hard to cover these things up, which weren't my fault, though everyone accuses me of them. Maybe in a way they were my fault, but I do not deserve all the blame and I wish everyone would stop blaming me for them. This is why I hide behind my persona of the keeper, because I may never forget those things, but others can, if they can't find records of them.
I hear the door slide open. I turn to face the person. Its Monroe."How's he doing?" She asks concerned.
"He's sleeping now, and he tells me hes fine, and he doesn't want anymore drugs, but I think hes in a lot of pain mentally and physically.We may still lose him."
"Why would he ask for no drugs then?" Alex questions. I understand her logic behind that. Most people would probably take drugs to forget what happened. They want to go to sleep without fear.
"He said his body couldn't handle anything else, I promised him, I wouldn't give him drugs unless it was absoultly necessary. He needs to try and relax some, he is very tense right now, and he may not be very trusting, we need to get him to know we trust him, and care about him."
She nods. She walks towards him, and gazes down. She bends over carefully and kisses his forehead. "He looks like an angel when he sleeps, " she murmurs, turning back to me. I nod."To think that devil did that to him, Poor Baby."
"Yes, it was horrible...."I think something about this incident hit a nerve with her."How are you doing, Alex?" I ask out of concern.
"Can I sit down?" She asks pointing to a chair, next to his bed. I nod. She picks the chair up, and brings it next to my chair.Her eyes are red as if she has been crying, I think we all have been today. Her voice grows sad as she starts to speak."I'm worried about him, Claire, when I was looking through his files, I found all this stuff I never knew about him. It reminded me of this guy I always dreamed about, and I almost got him killed." Tears start streaming down his eyes. "He's the kind of person, I have always wanted to marry, and I had to be the big hero, and..."
"You almost lost your chance to find out if it could work out?" I ask.
She nods slightly. "I'm lonely, Claire, and Eberts has been right under my nose the whole time at the agency, and ..." She stops a second as she rummages through her pocket for a tissue. I pull a box out from under the cabinet and hand one to her. She takes one. "Thanks."
"I know what you're going through, Alex, I have known him since high school, and I have never really paid much attention to him. I really can't say I know much about him, but after seeing that tape, I knew I had wasted an oppurtunity for a good friendship, and that if he dies, I would really miss him." I feel tears forming in my eyes, but instead of keeping them, I let them flow. I know as well as she how bad it is holding feelings in. Now, is the time to let it out, and if she can cry without holding it, I can cry as well, especially since she appears much stronger than me. I take a tissue, and blow my nose.
"Why is it when you are about to lose things you see how important they are." She says, and she begins to sob. I pat her hand.
"I don't know." I say, unable to stop from sobbing myself. "And I am not sure if he will....::sob::..still be the same sweet eberts that we never noticed." She clutches my hand, tightly, for strength. She looks as if a person about to tumble off a cliff.
"I am so... scared for him,... and now he will probably... always h...h..h..hate ...me, I ....almost... killed ...him."
"I will not." We both hear from behind us. I turn, Eberts is sitting with his eyes open. "Will you two come here for a second."
Alex weakly nods, she releases my hand, and we walk to him.
"What is it, Sweetheart?" I asks, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. He sits up stiffly before I can protest. He draws me into a small, yet sweet hug, and leans over a bit and proceeds to give Alex a hug.
"My friend, George, taught me once, that always in times of crisis, you aren't the only victim.So, please stop crying over me like I have died, I will be fine." He gives us a small, pained smile, and I know the hugs must have hurt him, but we couldn't have stopped him from doing it. He wouldn't have listened.
"Okay." Alex says weakly.
Eberts smiles. "Its good I have friends who have as much therapy as me, now, go do some work, because you still have work, -or- at least if you are going to cry please don't do it in here, I am trying to get some sleep." He says, in a manner we can both tell is joking. He reverts to his usual frown, there is something in his eyes though. "Thank you for caring. I really appricate it."
He lays back down and closes his eyes, and we hear his deep breathing before he can hear our answer.
"You're welcome, Albert." Alex murmurs, and kisses his forehead again.
"We wouldn't have it any other way." I say, and kiss his check.
Alex nods.
(more to come)