Part Six
The words sting so much that he almost flinches. They both weren't expecting that reaction from her. All her emotions are jumbled to a point where she can't even think straight.
" You . . . hypocrite . . ." she continues.
" You . . .liar . . ." Never in a million years did she ever think she would say those words to him. Even on that awful day at the warehouse, she never called him any names. It was just numbness that took over.
" Do you know what you put me through?" her voice raises in anger. " Do you know how low I had sunken?" her shoulders rise and fall with every difficult breath. " Do you know how many times I thought I was going insane?" Her fingernails dig into the palm of her hand as her fist clenches harder. Her voice cracks as she sees images of her pitiful self these past few months.
" Do you?" she cries out and unconsciously takes a step closer to his bed. He remains silent. With every word that comes out of her mouth, he feels a wave of nausea. But strangely he wants her to continue even if it is painful. He wishes that every word were in fact a knife, so he could be shredded into pieces. It's what he deserves. He never wanted her to hurt her like he did.
" I felt like I lost everything. EVERYTHING." Her eyes well up with tears. With all her will, she holds them in. She will not let them fall as she takes another step.
He keeps his head turned away from her and keeps silent. He senses her getting closer and closer.
"No one hurt me like you did," she stops to let her words sink in and then she adds on sadly, " on purpose." The room starts to spin again. To steady herself, her hand grabs on to the edge of the bed.
" I thought the Michael Vaughn I knew.had died." Her voice suddenly turns into a whisper. "In my heart, you were . . . . . .dead." Though barely audible, the word rings loudly in his ears piercing right through to his heart. Death has become so real to him now.
As the last word leaves her mouth, he releases his firm grip on the blanket to reach out for her hand, but his body fails him.
Through her blurred vision, she sees his body sink down in slow motion. For the first time, she is aware of his condition. Even though she heard him and Weiss talk, she never fully registered the possibility that something was wrong with him. She sees the color on his face turn pale and she gasps. He is unresponsive when she cries out his name. When she grabs for his hands, they are cold as ice. Panic sets in. Her heart pounds against her chest and even the air in her lungs feels as if it is suffocating her. As fast as her legs could carry her, she runs out of the room in search of help. All the while, her mind keeps saying one thing, " This is what he was protecting you from . . . "
The words sting so much that he almost flinches. They both weren't expecting that reaction from her. All her emotions are jumbled to a point where she can't even think straight.
" You . . . hypocrite . . ." she continues.
" You . . .liar . . ." Never in a million years did she ever think she would say those words to him. Even on that awful day at the warehouse, she never called him any names. It was just numbness that took over.
" Do you know what you put me through?" her voice raises in anger. " Do you know how low I had sunken?" her shoulders rise and fall with every difficult breath. " Do you know how many times I thought I was going insane?" Her fingernails dig into the palm of her hand as her fist clenches harder. Her voice cracks as she sees images of her pitiful self these past few months.
" Do you?" she cries out and unconsciously takes a step closer to his bed. He remains silent. With every word that comes out of her mouth, he feels a wave of nausea. But strangely he wants her to continue even if it is painful. He wishes that every word were in fact a knife, so he could be shredded into pieces. It's what he deserves. He never wanted her to hurt her like he did.
" I felt like I lost everything. EVERYTHING." Her eyes well up with tears. With all her will, she holds them in. She will not let them fall as she takes another step.
He keeps his head turned away from her and keeps silent. He senses her getting closer and closer.
"No one hurt me like you did," she stops to let her words sink in and then she adds on sadly, " on purpose." The room starts to spin again. To steady herself, her hand grabs on to the edge of the bed.
" I thought the Michael Vaughn I knew.had died." Her voice suddenly turns into a whisper. "In my heart, you were . . . . . .dead." Though barely audible, the word rings loudly in his ears piercing right through to his heart. Death has become so real to him now.
As the last word leaves her mouth, he releases his firm grip on the blanket to reach out for her hand, but his body fails him.
Through her blurred vision, she sees his body sink down in slow motion. For the first time, she is aware of his condition. Even though she heard him and Weiss talk, she never fully registered the possibility that something was wrong with him. She sees the color on his face turn pale and she gasps. He is unresponsive when she cries out his name. When she grabs for his hands, they are cold as ice. Panic sets in. Her heart pounds against her chest and even the air in her lungs feels as if it is suffocating her. As fast as her legs could carry her, she runs out of the room in search of help. All the while, her mind keeps saying one thing, " This is what he was protecting you from . . . "