~*Woo hoo. Chapter fucking 2.*~
It was pretty smooth riding, and Faye was drifting off into sleep. Her head was leaning against the window. She and Jet hadn't gone to see Spike since they brought him in. They were ready to face questions inquiring about the bullet wounds. But they knew that they would never be ready to withstand his wrath...
On the way there, Faye had firmly decided that Spike was a crazy mother fucker. What was all that shit he'd been talking about on The Bebop? "I'm going to see if I ever was alive..."
She had been lost for words. For many restless nights, she had played the conversation over and over in her head. Wondering how it may have turned out. What if she had something different? "You don't need to ask that insane man if you were ever alive. Ask me, Spike. Ask me and I'll tell you that you have definately lived. You are here, stubborn and cocky as ever. You still have that same ugly hair, those rediculous shoes, and you still have..."
Even in her thoughts, she trailed off, fearing what the Spike in the scenario of her mind would reply if she had finished her sentence. "...and you still have me."
The car jolted, waking her. Jet rubbed his head where it had hit glass. He grunted and almost snarled at the driver. In his mind he had withdrawn the five wulong tip that he had reserved. He leaned back in seat, in a worse mood then before. Spike was going to kill him once he recovered. He couldn't stand the thought of him being angry with him, but he couldn't avoid it either. He would be furious. Fuming. And probably absolutely happy.
The cab drove up to the hospital. Jet reluctantly thrust his 14 wulong fair at the man. The driver pointed to a sign that said "Gratuity Appreciated." Jet snorted and followed Faye out of the cab. The car drove off with a cursing driver behind the wheel.
Faye straightened her jacket; she had decided to cover up that day. It felt almost weird with material on her lower legs. She lit a cigarette and looking over at Jet, walked into the building.
"Excuse me, miss, but I'm afraid
you'll have to put that out."
Faye glanced at the receptionist, drew a long breath of niccotine,
and puffed it above her.
"Miss, please dispose of your cigarette."
Jet could see Faye's infamous look forming and stepped in. "Relax.
She's got a lot on her mind."
Feeling reassured, she inhaled more fumes.
"Please, miss. Some of the patients here have very serious
asthma, and others have oxygen tanks. And besides, this is hospital
policy. Now please comply with our very simple rules and put out
that cigarette."
She looked at the young woman out of the corner of her eye. An
intern. She felt she didn't want to be the cause of anybody's
firing, so she spit out her cancer stick and smushed it into the
ground with her foot.
The lady had the appearance of someone who wanted to pull out their hair. After a silent temper tantrum, she sat up and put on her professional persona. "Do you have the name of the person you are visiting?"
Jet and Faye answered at the same time. "Spike Spiegel."
The woman typed in the name into the database.
After an enthusiastic press of the "Enter" key, she
sat back and waited for a few seconds. "He's on the fifth
floor. You may not be able to see him."
Faye was ticked off. She calmly strolled over to the desk. "Oh
really?"
"Why on Earth not?" Jet's sarcasm cut its way down through
the young woman's exterior.
The reseptionist was determined not to be intimidated. "You
MAY not be able to see him. It depends on his condition. When
a patient isn't doing so well we don't like to distract them with
visitors."
Faye stepped back. Not being able to think of any ending remarks,
she made her way to the elevators, not needing to check that Jet
followed.
The intern's eyes involuntary of her conscience followed them. She watched the woman reach over and press the button. The silver doors closed them in and the elevator ascended.
As the lights over the door illuminated as they passed their respective floors, Faye replayed the scene again.
She was shooting at the cieling, watching him walk off, never to return. Hands in his pockets, like it was no big deal. To him it wasn't a big deal. But it didn't work like that. It was a big deal to her. How could he be so selfish like that? If he walked out that door, she would never see him again.
She stopped her assault on the cieling for a few eternal seconds. She brought her gun down, and still shaking for her uncontrollable sobs, aimed at the retreating figure...
Bang.
