The Truck

By the Gypsy of a Multitude of Colors, MulticoloredGypsy!

If the Matrix was mine, I'd be rich rich rich! But I'm not…you do the math.

Helpful Hint: The plotline skips around a bit *cough* a lot. It's because I keep getting ideas but don't want to re-write the chapters. You can tell by the chapter titles that I do things a little different. The second part (Eve's visitor) happens before Eve wakes up.

Eve's body tensed when she tried to remember before the accident. She found her eyes filled with tears.

"How come I can't remember anything?"

The nurse was instantly at her side. "It's alright, dear." Eve was now crying freely, afraid of what she did not know. The nurse reached out and gently stroked her forehead, her gentleness possessing the ability to calm the young woman in her care. Eve's eyes soon closed and she was asleep.

Poor girl. She thought. No one deserved this kind of suffering, no matter what they did. She took the papers at the end of the bed and scribbled a few notes on her patient's progress for the day. She most likely won't wake for another few days.

She looked so serene and relaxed just lying there, not a trace of pain among the many scars left from the incident. Sleep would be good for her. She would regain the strength she needed to recover mentally as well as physically from the accident. When she finally did get her memory back, she would be very confused as well as scared. It's not exactly pleasant wandering around wondering who you are and what's going on and then suddenly all these thoughts rush into your head telling you an entire life's worth of information. It's terrifying.

The man that walked up to the front desk wore all black - maybe he was in mourning? - and an un-readable look on his face.

"I'm visiting a friend. In room 302." He said calmly. If he was upset he masked it perfectly behind a veil of blankness that no one could see through. Accept maybe the woman he was visiting.

The man behind the desk typed some information into the computer. "You do know that she's unconscious and most likely won't wake today? She was just brought in three days ago."

"Yes, I know. May I go see her?" The mystery man had already known the woman's room number. He had seen it the day she was brought in. He had watched the doctors operate on her with a heavy heart. He had never been to this hospital in his life, yet he had already visited his friend before. How could it be that he had never telephoned the hospital and yet he already knew what room his friend was staying in and what her condition was?

Because Morpheus watched it all happen.

After sitting at the multiple screens reading the endless green code, Morpheus was tired of reading. He wanted to go inside and see Trinity and somehow make her believe that this was all fake, all her injuries. The accident wasn't real - just a bunch of green code. The hospital wasn't real either.

The man behind the desk nodded. "Fine. But it's pretty pointless if you ask me."

"I didn't ask you." Morpheus smiled and turned around. "But thank you. Which floor is that?"

"Second." The man said curtly.

Morpheus closed the door behind him, careful not to make too much noise, even though no noise could wake Trinity from her sleep. He pulled a chair over to the side of the bed and sat down.

Trinity was a mess; it would have amazed anyone that she survived, but Morpheus knew better. He knew Trinity long enough to know that she was strong and wouldn't give up without a fight. As she lay there, helpless, Morpheus wanted her to open her eyes and let him know for sure that she would be fine. Morpheus could see her from the Neb, but he couldn't see the future.

"Only the Oracle." He muttered to himself as he watched the steady rise and fall of Trinity's chest. If there was a god, Morpheus would be thanking Him. He had witnessed a car accident before he had been freed. He had seen a car slam into who he thought was the strongest man he had ever known and kill him almost instantly.

Trinity was worse off - she had been rammed purposely into a wall. But it wasn't real and she knew that before she was hit. Maybe that's what kept her alive.

Morpheus reached out a hand and lay it gently on Trinity's forehead. He gently pushed her hair off to the side so he could have a better look at her. She slept with almost a smile on her lips - true, she never did smile - like she was just having an afternoon nap. Why was she smiling? Probably because she survived.

He took his hand off Trinity's forehead and took her hand instead. He felt her hand was warm as he massaged it gently. He didn't know how long he had stayed there with her, but when the sun began to set and Morpheus was about to leave, Trinity's peaceful expression twisted into one of pain and discomfort.

"Trinity?" Morpheus whispered. Trinity tossed her head side to side, letting a ragged cry escape her lips. Morpheus got up to go call a doctor when Trinity's eyes shot open, wide and unfocused. He sat back down in the chair, Trinity fighting back pain and drowsiness so she could stay conscious long enough to find out what was going on.

She opened her mouth to take a deep breath but a sharp pain quickly restrained her from doing so. Her eyes focused on the man sitting at her bed; he was dressed in all black and had no hair. He seemed vaguely familiar to her, but she couldn't assign him a name. His lips moved, he was speaking, but she heard him as if she was underwater, his words melting together before reaching her ears.

The man touched her hand softly, but not soft enough to cause her pain. He quickly drew back, seeing her face tighten and her eyes close. Unsure whether she was still awake or asleep, Morpheus refrained from touching her again. When her head slowly tilted to the side and she began breathing steadily again, he knew she was no longer conscious.

"I'll come and see you later." He spoke softly, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving. He nodded to the nurse on her way in to see her patient. She had been standing outside for the past few minutes. During that time, she couldn't help but overhear the man calling the woman Trinity. Her name was Eve. The men had told her so. They wouldn't have given her so much money had it been a lie, would they?

Morpheus desperately wanted to bring Trinity back home to the Neb, where he and the rest of the crew would take care of her. It wasn't even real, her pain, and she would be better in no time in the Real world. If he wasn't mistaken, Trinity had a head wound, which may or may not lead to amnesia. He couldn't bring her out and risk her mind, her sanity, her will to live. If she did have memory loss, the aspects of the Real world would be too much for her to handle.

He imagined what if would feel like going to bed and then waking up in a cold, dark ship with a plug in the back of your head. It would drive anyone insane, and Trinity was too valuable to destroy like that. So leaving her in the Matrix was best for now, at least until she was better. Morpheus would play it by ear. But eventually, he was going to get Trinity back into the Real world safe and sound. He would bring her home.

A/N: Remember, Morpheus's Visit was before Trinity woke up in the "white room". -Everybody raise your glass to the master of the house-