~*Chapter 3 of my still untitled fic. I would like to thank all who reviewed, (I love you guys,) and please don't stop yourselves from flames. I'm really serious. I love flames. ::Pyro:: Anyway, enjoy my writing.*~
The pathetic plate had been licked clean hours ago. The disgusting reprocessed mashed potatoes, the "turkey breast" and the diminutive pie barely filled half of his stomach. He sucked in the last drops from his juice box, causing it to cave in on itself. Frustrated, he threw it at the door. A second later, Kimari Tanzinaki walked in. She pouted and removed the offending piece of litter from the floor.
"You have visitors, Mr. Spiegel."
A high Spike flipped his tray off of his lap onto the floor. "That's
impossible. Everyone I know is dead."
Kimari bent down beside the bed and began cleaning up after him.
"A young woman and a man are waiting outside for you..."
"You don't listen, God Dammit. For the last time, Vicious
and Julia are dead. I'm supposed to be with them."
She stood up and began writing.
"Whatcha saying about me?"
An almost punch of the pen signified a period in her writing.
"I'm telling the doctor to withdraw the morphine immediately."
"FUCK YOU, BITCH!"
She jumped back.
"IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT SHIT!"
She straightened herself out. "I see. Nothing to do with
that shit," she mimicked. "You are very unstable right
now and you are in no condition for visitors. I'll have to tell
them to come back later." In a huff she left the room.
"WHAT?" Faye's face resembled
the tomato she had eaten that morning.
"Ma'am, he's in a very bad condition at the moment. We have
to ask that you come back later."
"Why you..." she took a step towards her.
"Calm down, Faye." Jet lightly touched her arm and pulled
her back. "Now miss, I know that we can work something out."
Kimari stood her ground. "This is non-negotiable."
Jet shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then." He seemed
to be motioning to Faye to go back to elevators, but no more than
five seconds after they turned, she swooped back around and had
the pretty little nurse in a neat headlock.
"Now can we ::ahem:: please go to see Mister Spike Spiegel?"
The nurse couldn't have spoken even if she had attempted speach.
"Thank you ever so much."
Jet walked on while Faye held on for a few seconds. She left poor
Kimari gasping for air on the floor. She walked calmly down the
hall just behind Jet, and lit a cigarette.
Spike was curious at the all the stomping sounds he was hearing coming from the corridor outside of his room. He didn't what could be the problem. Julia and Vicious wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight in their present state. The handle on the door slowly turned; the person on the other side was hesitant. Maybe it was the grim reaper, coming to put him in his rightful place...
"Spike! How's it coming?"
Vicious had gained weight. And a new personality. Wait a minute...Spike
did his best to shake himself free of his morphine induced state.
"Sup, Jet?"
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "You know. Same old,
same old."
Another figure entered, even more timidly than the first. Spike
noticed that today she had adorned an ankle length skirt. How
peculiar...
"Hey," she said, not being excactly confident that his
reaction to her presence would be quite as enthusiastic as Jet's.
He grunted as he attempted to sit up. "Look at you, all dressed
up."
She leaned against the wall, making a small thud. "Hm. Glad
to see you too."
"Can't you two not fight for once?" Jet knew his question
was fruitless.
"Double negatives, Jet. Would drive any grammer teacher crazy."
Faye sat down in a wooden framed chair with green cushions on
the seat and back. She decided that she would ignore his rudeness.
"How they treating you? That nurse was a bitch."
Jet felt sorry for the blonde they had attacked. "Oh, come
off it Faye. She was just doing her job."
"She's taking me off the morphine."
"Like I just said," he leaned back and lit a cigarette,
"she's just doing her job."
"Fuck you, Jet."
Faye spoke to herself rather than the fluffy haired man on the
bed. "Junkie."
"Oh, hush. We aren't here to fight with him."
She crossed legs and her arms.
"So Jet, how's life been?"
Faye indignately "Ha"ed at herself.
"It's been pretty rough, Spike."
"Oh really? Like how?"
Faye answered. "Ed is absolutely hysterical," she stood
up and started pacing, "she can't do anything, Ein just rolls
around on the floor and cries and there is no business...it's
like people stopped commiting crimes."
"And to top it off," Spike was paying close attention
now, "someone stole Swordfish."
"WHAT?"
"Gone."
"DAMMIT! THEY TOOK MY SHIP?"
"Yeah." Jet was preparing himself for a tirade. "All
gone."
Spike was fuming. The morphine still had few hours worth of effectiveness.
"God Dammit to hell!" He got out of bed for the first
time in weeks and stormed out the door. Jet and Faye ran after
him.
"Stop it, Spike. You're gonna get us all into a world of
trouble."
"I don't care, Jet."
Faye couldn't stop herself. "Of course you don't care."
They continued walking. "You never care about other people.
You're far too busy in your own painful world, how hard your life
has been, how bad you have it. Did it ever even cross your mind
that other people have problems? That you cause most of them?"
He stopped and turned. "Me?"
"Yes, YOU!" she screamed. The elevator stopped at the
third floor to let some people in. Faye payed them no mind. "You
have caused the entire ship to fall apart! Ed is an orphan for
crying out loud! Couldn't you at least be there for her?"
Anticipation filled the room. They were waiting for her to finish..."Couldn't
you at least be there for me?" There was a light ringing
as the elevator touched the ground floor. Faye ran crying out
of the hospital, (managing somehow with her very high open toed
sandals,) and hailed a cab. Spike staired after for awhile before
he realized that the morphine was starting to wear off and that
he really really hurt.
