~*Wee hee! Chapter 6! Wow, this fic is really coming along. This is the only piece of independent writing that I've ever really stuck with. Thank you again so much all reviewers. You guys are great. In your next comments, tell me about the flashbacks. Good? Bad? More? Stop? Things like that help. Let's see...well, I think I'm doing better about shifting the focus back to Spike, don't you? I didn't get all that much critiquing in recent reviews. (Hehe, Clockwork. Vicious in an apron.) Oh yeah! I almost forgot. You absolutely must read The Whisperings of Crows by my dear friend Clockwork Dragon. You may refer to her as Clockwork Dragon, Clockwork, Stuffed Dragon, Evil De Chocobo, The Great Ga, Dr. G, or if you have a death wish, Gabby. Her author ID is 84229, so please check out her profile and read the story I mentioned. It's a beautiful story and even though I didn't write it, I want to share it with the world.

Okay, okay, back to my fic. This story is gonna go on for awhile, but there will be long periods of time when I don't post anything at all. (Like this chapter. It's been about month, sorry. And I hate to say this but is a full fledged filler almost nothing happens so wait for more updates for plot developement. ) If you don't see any updates for an extended period of time, please e-mail me, (wingedsorceress@hotmail.com) or talk to me on AIM (winged s0rceress) because I may have forgotten. (Cursed with a very limited attention span. Never good in any math class.) Dur, let's see what else, what else, god damn I can't remember...well, I guess that means I'm done. Onto chapter six!*~

"You know, this is kind of silly." Faye tried to seem casual and giggled. The nurse continued to wheel her down the hall. "I don't have to bed ridden you can give my a crutch or something..."
"I don't think so, Miss Valentine." She paused to open the door and pushed the panicking woman inside the seemingly cramped hospital room. "After that fit you threw, I'm worried that you'll hurt yourself so in the mean time, you do have to stay in here." She was now attempting to transfer her from bed to bed, but Faye saw her get away and went for it, straight out the door. The pain in her foot caused her to collapse shortly afterwards, though, right infront of the elevator. It "dinged" past her floor and continued its ascent. The nurse came scrambling after her and supported her back to her room. Faye gave up her fight and reluctantly sat on her pathetic little bed.
"Please, Miss Valentine, I have to ask that you cooperate." Faye looked up at her captor and saw her disarray at the situation. This woman had absolutely no idea what to do.
"Great." Faye somehow managed to sink into the remarkably thin mattress. "I get the intern."
The nurse stared at her. "Excuse me, Ma'am?" She had lost her professionalism a while back.
"You just probably do chores for other nurses when they're too lazy to do them themselves." Feeling satisfied with her dissing, she allowed eye contact with the furious nurse.
The nurse made a face that looked like she was about to cry. She picked up a pile of folded blankets, dumped them on top of Faye and stormed out of the hospital room.

Faye began unfolding her sickeningly sterile bed clothes. "Hm. Good help is impossible to get these days." She continued muttering to herself as she attempted to make her bed while still in it. She turned on the television to block out the yelling that was coming from down the hall.

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"GOD DAMMIT! I'M IN FUCKING PAIN HERE!" He crumpled up his cranberry juice box and threw it her way. It barely missed and made a loud sound against the door.
Kimari was cowering by the entrance. "Mr. Spiegel, I will have to report this. This is assualt..."
"Report all you want, bitch. I'm in pain." Out of ammunition and strength, Spike gave up and fell back into the cot.
Kimari, feeling reassured that she never was in any real danger, went to the closet and fetched another down-filled sack excuse for a pillow. She propped it under his head and chose to ignore his temper tantrum.
"Mr. Spiegel..."
"Spike," he weakly replied, too tired to give a full out protest.
"Spike," she continued, almost tripping over the word, "I have your progress report from the doctor. Do you want me to read it to you?"
He placed the second pillow over his face and placed his hands across his stomach, doing his best to not flinch from the pain it caused. Kimari continued despite his obvious indifference.
"The bullet wounds are all completely closed up and the flesh injury to the knee is healing quite nicely. You will have quite an impressive scar though." She looked up to see his reaction, having forgotten that his face was hidden from her. "The fractures in the wrist and ankle will need at least six months to fully recover, and your stomach wound is still quite serious but has began to heal." Spike groaned; he couldn't keep his pain silent anymore.
She paused a moment, waiting for his ending witty cutting remark. When none came, Kimari opened the door as if to leave, but looked back at the man in his sad and weakened state. She looked down the hall, and finding no one there, went back inside. She reached into a drawer in her cart and pulled out a syringe. Praying that no one on duty at survailance would find anything suspicious about this, she reached for her patient's arm and inserted the needle, intoxicating him with the pain killer. Spike removed the pillow from his head and gave her a confused look.
Kimari stood back and thought awhile. "Sometimes, Mr. Spie..., sorry, Spike, I have remember that I'm a person before I'm a nurse, and that I can make some good judgement." She picked up his tray and left. Spike noticed that she had forgotten to wipe the skin where the needle had puntured him. He licked his wound, like a ravenous beast.

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It was the sixth speed bump of the trip that Jet and Ed's incompetant driver had failed to slow down for. Ed rubbed her head from the impact it had with the cieling and looked over at a very peeved Jet who wanted to wring the turban donned neck.
"You should wear a seatbelt, little girl." The driver was too preoccupied with his advice giving to notice the red light he sped past.
"GOD DAMMIT!" Jet roared. "Just drive, you moron!" He sat back in the leather seat and put on his seatbelt. Edward still would have none of that seatbelt rubbish. She giggled.
"Mr. Taxi man drives like Spike person!" Jet was amused. "Only worse!"
The driver almost knocked over a man on a bicycle. "Do you have something to say about my driving, little girl?" A car honked its horn as it drove past them.
Ed innocently looked up at the roof. "Maybe." Jet laughed to himself and Mohhamed Sharif was positively fuming. "Yes, I don't," the little girl's antics seemed more hilarious than usual today for some reason. "no, I do!" And without any warning little Edward was perched on the back of Mohhamed's seat. The car swerved madly about the road until she had the wheel in her grasp. She shoved the cowering man over to the passenger seat and placed herself where he had formerly sat. An over enthusiastic step on the gas send Jet thrown back into his seat and he didn't think that this was much of an improvement.
"Ed! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"
Lady Wong Hau Pepelu Tiverusky IV was beaming. "Edward is taking Jet Jet and Mr. Taxi man back to Bebop!" A sharp turn threw the poor driver against his door and thanked his lucky stars that it was locked. Jet was straining against the inertia.
"Ed! Stop this!" Jet could see the rearview mirror and the crazed look in her eye told him that he would be just as well to shut up.
Mohhamed was feeling quite petrified and had already soiled himself. "Can't you stop her?" He screamed in terror as a huge trailor truck drove millimeters away from them.
Jet sat back up and removed his seatbelt to try to aide him. "When Ed has her mind set..." he tumbled over to the other side of the car. Ed had waited till the last second to take the next exit. Cars back on the highway were honking furiously. Jet braced himself between the two front seets. "Try to take her hands off the wheel or something." The driver gave him a nervous look and swallowed as he turned his gaze back to Ed. He timidly reached a hairy arm over and immediately withdrew when she hissed and bared her teeth at him. They turned down a street and abruptly stopped as a large brown hunk of metal called a ship came into view. Mohhamed found himself bouncing off of the winshield and Jet was barely able to keep himself from the same fate. Ed happily hummed to herself and opened the door. She frolicked towards the ship and was greated by a yipping dog. He ran a circle around her and followed her in.

Mohhamed did his best to calm his breathing and sat back up. Jet sheepesly smiled. The driver started to look angry. Jet reached into his pocket, payed his considerably reduced fare and gave a rather handsome tip. (50 wulong.) Jet began to exit the cab but stopped to say, "if I see cops here I know who to send my man eating chinchilla on." He closed the door behind him and walked towards the ship.

The man looked down at his fortune and decided that these people were crazy, they probably did have a monster that could devour him, and that no harm had been done, (except to his white robes,) so took his hush money and went about his day.