Part 1.1
Ashton's View
Ashton's Log
When she first went down I was terrified. Everyone I ever liked seemed to get hurt and die. There was Annie and David, they were dead now. Lauren, she had to skip the country. But they were all humans, I'd never caused trouble in an x series before. I suppose I couldn't have caused her high fever, or her collapsing, but I seem to bring trouble. Maybe I should just go into isolation. She was so good in her heart, I remember her from Manticore. I know she doesn't remember me though. No one does, not unless I hurt them. I had watched her for a long time. They told me too, I don't know why I was chosen. They said I was to be her partner someday. I always admired her, but her strength and determination flushed my steady gaze from her head. I'd pass her in the hall all the time, marching. My gaze would fall out of line and I'd be punished, but it was always worth it. I didn't let my knowledge of her existence get out though, x's weren't supposed to have feelings. But she was always in my thoughts. Now I was with her, laughing, being her friend. And already it's fucked up. She was so kind, her nature good. I saw her on the television and knew it was her, and knew I must find her. I must know her, I must be her friend. And now, she lies her at my feet, her breath almost gone, and her temperature raging at 107. I've never cried before, and look at me now. What is going through her head? I wish I could know. I find her attracting. Her personality draws something from deep inside me that isn't myself. I wish to be hers completely, but how can I be when I am someone I don't know? I confess, I think I like her. Not in a friends way, but something deeper. I've never had a feeling like this before, and I don't know what I'd call it. Anyway, maybe someone else knows, if I could get the courage to ask. She's stirring. Her eyes are fluttering under her lids. I must attend to her now, I'll write more later. ~*~ I don't know if she's going to be alright. I really don't. When she stirred, she opened her eyes and her gaze fell upon my face. A trembling hand reached up and touched my face, and all I could do is smile. Then she coughed, and threw up. Blood was slowly trickling out her mouth and down her chin. I was horrified, and I called for Max immediately. She wiped her face and shook her head doubtfully. Her words grabbed me. "I don't think she's going to be okay. We can't call a doctor, we'll just have to wait," she placed her hand on Sydney's forehead, and she sighed. Sydney must have noticed the cool touch, and she opened her eyes again. "I..I.ne-need.a pill," she smiled her cute and coy smile and she laughed. I don't understand what this means, it was insane almost. Then she coughed and threw up again. Max bent over her and gently trickled water into her mouth. Sydney gulped and her eyes brightened a little. "Was it just me, or did you kiss me?" I blushed at the question but then she fell unconscious again. I touched her hair, and began to put together some cushions. "Put her on these, I'll sleep on the floor." She's quiet now, in a peaceful slumber. I wonder if those would be her last words. I'm alone now, and I'm crying. I wish I could stop, but Max taught me a word, a feeling. And I'll confess to you, I think I love her.
When she first went down I was terrified. Everyone I ever liked seemed to get hurt and die. There was Annie and David, they were dead now. Lauren, she had to skip the country. But they were all humans, I'd never caused trouble in an x series before. I suppose I couldn't have caused her high fever, or her collapsing, but I seem to bring trouble. Maybe I should just go into isolation. She was so good in her heart, I remember her from Manticore. I know she doesn't remember me though. No one does, not unless I hurt them. I had watched her for a long time. They told me too, I don't know why I was chosen. They said I was to be her partner someday. I always admired her, but her strength and determination flushed my steady gaze from her head. I'd pass her in the hall all the time, marching. My gaze would fall out of line and I'd be punished, but it was always worth it. I didn't let my knowledge of her existence get out though, x's weren't supposed to have feelings. But she was always in my thoughts. Now I was with her, laughing, being her friend. And already it's fucked up. She was so kind, her nature good. I saw her on the television and knew it was her, and knew I must find her. I must know her, I must be her friend. And now, she lies her at my feet, her breath almost gone, and her temperature raging at 107. I've never cried before, and look at me now. What is going through her head? I wish I could know. I find her attracting. Her personality draws something from deep inside me that isn't myself. I wish to be hers completely, but how can I be when I am someone I don't know? I confess, I think I like her. Not in a friends way, but something deeper. I've never had a feeling like this before, and I don't know what I'd call it. Anyway, maybe someone else knows, if I could get the courage to ask. She's stirring. Her eyes are fluttering under her lids. I must attend to her now, I'll write more later. ~*~ I don't know if she's going to be alright. I really don't. When she stirred, she opened her eyes and her gaze fell upon my face. A trembling hand reached up and touched my face, and all I could do is smile. Then she coughed, and threw up. Blood was slowly trickling out her mouth and down her chin. I was horrified, and I called for Max immediately. She wiped her face and shook her head doubtfully. Her words grabbed me. "I don't think she's going to be okay. We can't call a doctor, we'll just have to wait," she placed her hand on Sydney's forehead, and she sighed. Sydney must have noticed the cool touch, and she opened her eyes again. "I..I.ne-need.a pill," she smiled her cute and coy smile and she laughed. I don't understand what this means, it was insane almost. Then she coughed and threw up again. Max bent over her and gently trickled water into her mouth. Sydney gulped and her eyes brightened a little. "Was it just me, or did you kiss me?" I blushed at the question but then she fell unconscious again. I touched her hair, and began to put together some cushions. "Put her on these, I'll sleep on the floor." She's quiet now, in a peaceful slumber. I wonder if those would be her last words. I'm alone now, and I'm crying. I wish I could stop, but Max taught me a word, a feeling. And I'll confess to you, I think I love her.