Author's notes: Wow. It's been a long time. I'm sorry to everyone that has been waiting for this but I got wraped up in Christmas and everything. Oh and Happy New Year!
Corridors of the Mind
by Shell Lee
After Brody left he went to his room thinking about the near death experience he had just had. He had put off dealing with it and now that had caught up to him. What had changed between him and Tony? They hadn't been to close before but now what? Should he go see Tony while he's recovering? Should they try and become friends? He knew one thing though. He'd help Tony find whoever did this. Right after he explained a few things to Brody.
***
Lucas sat on the bottom bunk. Brody had come in and dropped a load on him. That wasn't really fair though. Brody had offered to stay and talk but Lucas told Brody he'd be fine. Something was bothering him tough. It was right on the tip of his tongue...
The Dream! That was it! That meant it wasn't a dream. It must have happened. Feeling of guilt washed over Lucas. He hadn't known. Somewhere between his and Tony's room he went from believing that it was real and he needed to get help to believing that it was all a dream and Tony had tried to kill himself.
And then there was what the guy had said. Who lied to him? Someone must have. Things just didn't add up. Was it the guy that had taken over his roommate's body and tried to kill him or was it that same roommate the he should believe? Great just when you thought you knew a guy...
He shook himself. That kind of thinking would get him nowhere. He had to remain calm until Tony woke up. Then he'd get the answers. But that wasn't going to happen for awhile. Maybe Brody hadn't gotten that far. Suddenly Lucas felt the need to talk to someone.
***
Tony woke up. It wasn't easy. Everything in his mind screamed at him to stay asleep. He had to know something though. He had to know if that guy was gone. He didn't want to think of the horrors lying just underneath the surface. Now was not the time to face those things. It wasn't the time to even think about it.
His wrist hurt. And his side. 'That'd be where you tried to kill yourself and where Ortiz almost did it for ya,' Tony thought. That wasn't the only places he hurt. He also had an ungodly headache and most other places hurt too but it paled in comparison to the major wounds.
Struggling he opened his eyes. It was an effort but worth it. No one was there. Nothing stopped him. Funny now it felt like something was wrong. Even tough it did feel strange to make his own body move it wasn't quite that. It was something else.
He felt alone.
Alone and cold. No matter how much he had hated that guy in his head it was someone else. No matter how much you hate the enemy it's still someone to talk to. Now there was no one there at all. Great. Now he was getting philosophical and didn't really like it.
So to take his mind off those feelings he took a look around. Bright lights were above him and there were some beds beside him. Tony screamed. He couldn't be back in the morgue. He was free now. No more morgue. No more waiting for someone to get a clue that he wasn't acting normal. He could remember beating that guy. Why did life have to be so hard?
A voice broke through his frantic thoughts. "Calm down! Please. Just calm down! It's ok. He's gone." It sounded like Wendy. A lifeline had just been thrown to him. Everything had happened and it wasn't just wishful thinking. Tony fell back. Everything was ok. He was back where he belonged.
***
Wendy felt the figure in her arms fall limp in her arms. She was so relived that he was going to be fine, but she also knew that things had a long way to go before everything was back to normal.
Corridors of the Mind
by Shell Lee
After Brody left he went to his room thinking about the near death experience he had just had. He had put off dealing with it and now that had caught up to him. What had changed between him and Tony? They hadn't been to close before but now what? Should he go see Tony while he's recovering? Should they try and become friends? He knew one thing though. He'd help Tony find whoever did this. Right after he explained a few things to Brody.
***
Lucas sat on the bottom bunk. Brody had come in and dropped a load on him. That wasn't really fair though. Brody had offered to stay and talk but Lucas told Brody he'd be fine. Something was bothering him tough. It was right on the tip of his tongue...
The Dream! That was it! That meant it wasn't a dream. It must have happened. Feeling of guilt washed over Lucas. He hadn't known. Somewhere between his and Tony's room he went from believing that it was real and he needed to get help to believing that it was all a dream and Tony had tried to kill himself.
And then there was what the guy had said. Who lied to him? Someone must have. Things just didn't add up. Was it the guy that had taken over his roommate's body and tried to kill him or was it that same roommate the he should believe? Great just when you thought you knew a guy...
He shook himself. That kind of thinking would get him nowhere. He had to remain calm until Tony woke up. Then he'd get the answers. But that wasn't going to happen for awhile. Maybe Brody hadn't gotten that far. Suddenly Lucas felt the need to talk to someone.
***
Tony woke up. It wasn't easy. Everything in his mind screamed at him to stay asleep. He had to know something though. He had to know if that guy was gone. He didn't want to think of the horrors lying just underneath the surface. Now was not the time to face those things. It wasn't the time to even think about it.
His wrist hurt. And his side. 'That'd be where you tried to kill yourself and where Ortiz almost did it for ya,' Tony thought. That wasn't the only places he hurt. He also had an ungodly headache and most other places hurt too but it paled in comparison to the major wounds.
Struggling he opened his eyes. It was an effort but worth it. No one was there. Nothing stopped him. Funny now it felt like something was wrong. Even tough it did feel strange to make his own body move it wasn't quite that. It was something else.
He felt alone.
Alone and cold. No matter how much he had hated that guy in his head it was someone else. No matter how much you hate the enemy it's still someone to talk to. Now there was no one there at all. Great. Now he was getting philosophical and didn't really like it.
So to take his mind off those feelings he took a look around. Bright lights were above him and there were some beds beside him. Tony screamed. He couldn't be back in the morgue. He was free now. No more morgue. No more waiting for someone to get a clue that he wasn't acting normal. He could remember beating that guy. Why did life have to be so hard?
A voice broke through his frantic thoughts. "Calm down! Please. Just calm down! It's ok. He's gone." It sounded like Wendy. A lifeline had just been thrown to him. Everything had happened and it wasn't just wishful thinking. Tony fell back. Everything was ok. He was back where he belonged.
***
Wendy felt the figure in her arms fall limp in her arms. She was so relived that he was going to be fine, but she also knew that things had a long way to go before everything was back to normal.