A/N: Thanks so much for all the great reveiws! I was in a bit of a blocked state of affairs as far as this ff went, even though I knew what I wanted to do. Thanks to everyone who helped to un-block me!!
Lani: You are like my writing inspiration on tap whenever I need you! Love you girl!
Jessica: Your writing prowess wow's and shames me. Your words of encouragment are just that... very incouraging!
Linnie: Putting Anita in your ff was such a thrill... and made me want to write more because... I don't know... maybe it's pathological. Could be Fatso's fault to! You know how demanding he is!!
Vin_Gurl: Your reveiw's and coaching on WB were helpful and gave that little kick needed to jump into more writing!
Reveiwers: You have all been so nice and constructive about the ff. Thanks so much I will get around to reveiwing ff's if you gave me a signed reveiw. But from now on if you want me to reveiw a ff can you tell me the name of it to save time! I'm a lazy lazy beast I'll admit it. :-)
Yellow
"Damnit!" I swore as a woke up... my body aching, and I hadn't even moved yet. I tried to move my arm into my bleary eyed vision, only to find a drip stuck into it.
"Where the hell...?" I didn't need to finish that question. I could tell from the disinfectant smell that I was in a hospital.
It was the same offensive smell that had assualted my nose, although I hadn't really paid much attention to it at the time, when I was 12, and Dom had dragged me to the hospital, literally, after my father had beaten me into un-consciousness.
My eye's watched, suspiciously, as the nurse as she bustled around me, checking all the medical do-hickey's... writing things down on the chart... barely even noticing I was alive... if I was alive. I felt alive... I hoped to god I was alive, because if heaven was a hospital... I wanted my money back. Maybe not even heaven... maybe this was hell.
I shuddered, 'way to spook yourself out man.' I derided myself with a somewhat distorted chuckle as the nurse dragged my attention away from me and to her as she announced. "We've had a lot of concern from people on your behalf, Mr Lock. Two men have come by since your surgery, One woman, and there were a couple of phonecalls from... er... a Ms Williams I think. I'm sure a lot of people are going to be very happy your awake." The nurse said with an impersonal smile as she wandered out of the hospital room.
Looking around... and moving with an un-heeded groan of pain I turned the radio on, fiddling around, ignoring the pain in my side, as I tried to find a radio station that DIDN'T play 'easy-listening'. I may have been sick but I wasn't dead.
Finally I had to settle on a R&B station, it was the closest I could find to Hip Hop, because it seemed all the heavy metal stations had been blocked from the radio. Probably so people refused to come back, and take up precious bed room. I know as soon as I got out I wasn't coming back here, unless it was in a body bag. Not that I was ruling that possibility out.
Picking up a woman's magizine from the cabinet beside me, the boredom drove me to flicking through it... looking at the pictures... I even went so far as to read some of the articles... ohh dear the royal family was in another mess... my my.
There was the sound of sneakers on the immaculate floor, causing my head to dart up. Capturing the intruder in a long surprised stare, watching their movements across the floor to stand at the bottom of my bed.
Tossing the magizine back on the cabinet, I folded my arms painfully across my chest and greeted them with a slow. "Whitebread.... didn't expect to see you here... thought I'd see Dom or Mia first..." I watched him stand his ground as I finally offered him a half smirk, "Sit down then... how is everyone?" I pointed to a seat beside my bed helpfully.
He walked over and sat down on the chair silently looking at me before darting his gaze away skitterishly.
I sighed... I'd almost forgotten that we technically still hated each other. "Listen White... Brian... can we just forget that shit in the past? I was wrong. Your a good guy... you saved my life... can we call it even?" I asked, strangely enough that was almost more painful then my wounds.
Brian looked up and shook his head looking into my eye's before looking away again starting... sounding somewhat strangled, "Vince..."
I cut him off with a shake of my head. "Look don't start crying whitebread. I know it's difficult coming from Arizona and all... just say we'll forget all the shit in the past. Act like a man, you tosser..." I said smiling to show it was a joke. Something like I would share with Leon or Jesse. Brian was good people... and although we would still have to handle the Mia situation... I didn't need to think about that when I was being noble, and forgiving.
I watched a somewhat bitter smile creep onto his face and teased him, "Now where's that preppy, toothy smile my Mia fell for?" And yet I managed to continue to grin even though one of the hardest statements of my life.
His smile faded and his eye's became haunted. As someone haunted by his own past, it wasn't hard to recognize it in Brian. "What's wrong?" I demanded suddenly... clenching my fists together tightly.
"What the hell are you doing here? Get the hell out of here nark!" My eye'sdarted back to the door of the ward and they widened as I saw Leon. A smile started to tug at my mouth, but was stilled by the rage Leon was in... his eye's directed right at our little blonde... nark?
Lani: You are like my writing inspiration on tap whenever I need you! Love you girl!
Jessica: Your writing prowess wow's and shames me. Your words of encouragment are just that... very incouraging!
Linnie: Putting Anita in your ff was such a thrill... and made me want to write more because... I don't know... maybe it's pathological. Could be Fatso's fault to! You know how demanding he is!!
Vin_Gurl: Your reveiw's and coaching on WB were helpful and gave that little kick needed to jump into more writing!
Reveiwers: You have all been so nice and constructive about the ff. Thanks so much I will get around to reveiwing ff's if you gave me a signed reveiw. But from now on if you want me to reveiw a ff can you tell me the name of it to save time! I'm a lazy lazy beast I'll admit it. :-)
Yellow
"Damnit!" I swore as a woke up... my body aching, and I hadn't even moved yet. I tried to move my arm into my bleary eyed vision, only to find a drip stuck into it.
"Where the hell...?" I didn't need to finish that question. I could tell from the disinfectant smell that I was in a hospital.
It was the same offensive smell that had assualted my nose, although I hadn't really paid much attention to it at the time, when I was 12, and Dom had dragged me to the hospital, literally, after my father had beaten me into un-consciousness.
My eye's watched, suspiciously, as the nurse as she bustled around me, checking all the medical do-hickey's... writing things down on the chart... barely even noticing I was alive... if I was alive. I felt alive... I hoped to god I was alive, because if heaven was a hospital... I wanted my money back. Maybe not even heaven... maybe this was hell.
I shuddered, 'way to spook yourself out man.' I derided myself with a somewhat distorted chuckle as the nurse dragged my attention away from me and to her as she announced. "We've had a lot of concern from people on your behalf, Mr Lock. Two men have come by since your surgery, One woman, and there were a couple of phonecalls from... er... a Ms Williams I think. I'm sure a lot of people are going to be very happy your awake." The nurse said with an impersonal smile as she wandered out of the hospital room.
Looking around... and moving with an un-heeded groan of pain I turned the radio on, fiddling around, ignoring the pain in my side, as I tried to find a radio station that DIDN'T play 'easy-listening'. I may have been sick but I wasn't dead.
Finally I had to settle on a R&B station, it was the closest I could find to Hip Hop, because it seemed all the heavy metal stations had been blocked from the radio. Probably so people refused to come back, and take up precious bed room. I know as soon as I got out I wasn't coming back here, unless it was in a body bag. Not that I was ruling that possibility out.
Picking up a woman's magizine from the cabinet beside me, the boredom drove me to flicking through it... looking at the pictures... I even went so far as to read some of the articles... ohh dear the royal family was in another mess... my my.
There was the sound of sneakers on the immaculate floor, causing my head to dart up. Capturing the intruder in a long surprised stare, watching their movements across the floor to stand at the bottom of my bed.
Tossing the magizine back on the cabinet, I folded my arms painfully across my chest and greeted them with a slow. "Whitebread.... didn't expect to see you here... thought I'd see Dom or Mia first..." I watched him stand his ground as I finally offered him a half smirk, "Sit down then... how is everyone?" I pointed to a seat beside my bed helpfully.
He walked over and sat down on the chair silently looking at me before darting his gaze away skitterishly.
I sighed... I'd almost forgotten that we technically still hated each other. "Listen White... Brian... can we just forget that shit in the past? I was wrong. Your a good guy... you saved my life... can we call it even?" I asked, strangely enough that was almost more painful then my wounds.
Brian looked up and shook his head looking into my eye's before looking away again starting... sounding somewhat strangled, "Vince..."
I cut him off with a shake of my head. "Look don't start crying whitebread. I know it's difficult coming from Arizona and all... just say we'll forget all the shit in the past. Act like a man, you tosser..." I said smiling to show it was a joke. Something like I would share with Leon or Jesse. Brian was good people... and although we would still have to handle the Mia situation... I didn't need to think about that when I was being noble, and forgiving.
I watched a somewhat bitter smile creep onto his face and teased him, "Now where's that preppy, toothy smile my Mia fell for?" And yet I managed to continue to grin even though one of the hardest statements of my life.
His smile faded and his eye's became haunted. As someone haunted by his own past, it wasn't hard to recognize it in Brian. "What's wrong?" I demanded suddenly... clenching my fists together tightly.
"What the hell are you doing here? Get the hell out of here nark!" My eye'sdarted back to the door of the ward and they widened as I saw Leon. A smile started to tug at my mouth, but was stilled by the rage Leon was in... his eye's directed right at our little blonde... nark?