Chapter 11 Think of Me
Author's note: Sorry thisone isn't so long, but I'm a little tired. Anyway, as usual, I need you to feed me! Reviews, please?
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Quisty!!!!
He pulled his bike to a screeching halt and made a mad dash for the railing. In the back, Irvine slammed on the brakes. "What the hell - "
Squall deftly set a foot on the ledge and was instantly engaged in a fifty- foot free fall, not caring about the fact that it was a sheer cliff he was leaping from. He couldn't careless about anything else now.
"Squall!" Rinoa rushed to the railing and screamed his name, but was drowned by the waves crashing below. The waters looked particularly frightening, and that scared her above anything else. She could see the small white foam where he had hit the water, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Selphie anxiously peered down too, but there was no sign of the two. Was it her imagination...but why did the Ice Queen want to commit suicide?
Meanwhile Irvine had found something interesting. He reached inside Quistis' car and picked up an empty container on the floor. He examined it quietly, face furrowed in puzzlement. Then he picked up on of the scattered pills and looked at it closely.
"What's happening?" Rinoa was gesturing wildly, thoroughly confused. "Why is she- why is Squall - I though you said - "
"Looks like I was wrong," Irvine said quietly after a moment. Looks like it wasn't a scam...
"What's that?" Selphie came over curiously and Irvine showed it to her. "Sleeping pills. And I'm guessing she didn't just eat one."
A look of understanding crossed her face, but there were still so many things that she didn't understand. "What's going on here, Irvy?"
Squall emerged again, drawing a deep breath while thinking frantically. Where is she?! She had jumped at least ten seconds before he did, yet she hadn't come up for air... He dived again, feeling blindly in the icy water. He was heavily weighed down, but he didn't care. At last his fingers came in contact with something that felt like a tangle of hair - he hoped this wasn't seaweed. Gripping it, he pulled whatever it was to the surface and nearly shouted with relief. It was her! But she was dangerously pale, and she wasn't breathing. He pulled her close, treading water while a new problem presented itself to him. How can he get back up?!
"Squall!!!!" A faint shout floated down to him and he squinted as he looked up, to find a black rope with a clamp at one end dangling a little way above him. "Grab the rope!!!" Selphie yelled.
He wound the rope around his arm and looked at Quistis again. Please be alive... please...
"Alright!" Selphie signaled to Irvine and the youth activated the motor to rewind the jack. (a/n: Forgive me, I can't remember the thing's name... I hope you get my drift).
It was a slow process,but they finally made it to the top. The three rushed to him but he motioned to Quistis' limp body. "Help her."
Irvine and Selphie pulled her out of his grasp and Selphie quickly performed CPR. Squall dragged himself up, watched by an anxious Rinoa. His head was spinning,but that hardly mattered now.
After a few times of pumping, Quistis finally jerked and coughed hard. Selphie sighed with relief. But the worst was not yet over. "We'd better get her to the hospital," She called out to Irvine and the latter nodded. Squall struggled to his feet and came over to Selphie. "How is she?"
"She's eaten sleeping pills, and we don't know how much," Irvine said shortly as Squall scooped her up and climbed into the back seat. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes just a fraction, looking lost. "Wha..."
"Shh..." Squall held her close, smiling tenderly. "You're safe. I'm here."
She closed her eyes again, drawing a strange look from him that made Rinoa stop and stare. And it was then did reality finally hit her:
He loved her. He really loved her.
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Laguna Loire frowned as he checked his cell phone. This has got to be the strangest day, he thought. First my secretary accuses me of being incompetent, then my meetings have gone horribly, and now this...
It was a message from Squall, and it was as brief as Squall was sullen. But it was the nature of the message that was puzzling.
I'm coming back.
Laguna scratched his head. It isn't like his son to back out of a decision. Not like him at all...
"Laguna?" The door opened and his daughter entered, wearing a look that mirrored her father. And she too was holding her cell phone. "I got a message... from Squall." She said softly, still frowning. Laguna nodded. "I know." He sighed thoughtfully and flipped his phone shut. Squall had been offered a place in Garden, and he's due to register in a week. So why is he coming back to Esthar?
"I don't understand, Laguna," Ellone said helplessly. "I tried to call him but he refused to pick it up..."
"Maybe we'll just have to follow what he wants," Laguna bit his lip. Ellone nodded. "Shall I call the guards to pick him up at the airport?"
Laguna shook his head. "No...take the Ragnarok and meet him in Balamb. And I want you to go. Let's see what happened to him."
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There was a growing roar as she slowly began to register what was happening. She opened her eyes a crack and was instantly smothered. "Quistis!!!"
"Argh!" She yelped in reflex and blinked as she regarded her mother, who was hugging her, sobbing and talking at the same time. "...Mom?" She winced when Mrs. Almasy touched a sore spot on her shoulder. Her memory was extremely foggy, and she was confused. What was she doing here?! Wasn't she arguing with Squall -
"Squall!" She blurted out, face drained of color. Her eyes darted wildly around and came to rest on her brother. "Seifer, where - "
Seifer shook his head. He had arrived at the hospital when an unfamiliar voice had called him, telling him Quistis had tried to kill herself. And when he arrived, she was there, lying pale as death, with the boy sitting by her bed. He could have been the same, Seifer thought. The same pale expression of one who had brushed with death.
Mrs. Almasy had immediately launched into a thundering tirade, but he had merely fixed her with those ice gray eyes. "I f anybody was to be blamed,' Squall had said softly, "It would be you."
Seifer sucked in his breath.
Author's note: Sorry thisone isn't so long, but I'm a little tired. Anyway, as usual, I need you to feed me! Reviews, please?
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Quisty!!!!
He pulled his bike to a screeching halt and made a mad dash for the railing. In the back, Irvine slammed on the brakes. "What the hell - "
Squall deftly set a foot on the ledge and was instantly engaged in a fifty- foot free fall, not caring about the fact that it was a sheer cliff he was leaping from. He couldn't careless about anything else now.
"Squall!" Rinoa rushed to the railing and screamed his name, but was drowned by the waves crashing below. The waters looked particularly frightening, and that scared her above anything else. She could see the small white foam where he had hit the water, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Selphie anxiously peered down too, but there was no sign of the two. Was it her imagination...but why did the Ice Queen want to commit suicide?
Meanwhile Irvine had found something interesting. He reached inside Quistis' car and picked up an empty container on the floor. He examined it quietly, face furrowed in puzzlement. Then he picked up on of the scattered pills and looked at it closely.
"What's happening?" Rinoa was gesturing wildly, thoroughly confused. "Why is she- why is Squall - I though you said - "
"Looks like I was wrong," Irvine said quietly after a moment. Looks like it wasn't a scam...
"What's that?" Selphie came over curiously and Irvine showed it to her. "Sleeping pills. And I'm guessing she didn't just eat one."
A look of understanding crossed her face, but there were still so many things that she didn't understand. "What's going on here, Irvy?"
Squall emerged again, drawing a deep breath while thinking frantically. Where is she?! She had jumped at least ten seconds before he did, yet she hadn't come up for air... He dived again, feeling blindly in the icy water. He was heavily weighed down, but he didn't care. At last his fingers came in contact with something that felt like a tangle of hair - he hoped this wasn't seaweed. Gripping it, he pulled whatever it was to the surface and nearly shouted with relief. It was her! But she was dangerously pale, and she wasn't breathing. He pulled her close, treading water while a new problem presented itself to him. How can he get back up?!
"Squall!!!!" A faint shout floated down to him and he squinted as he looked up, to find a black rope with a clamp at one end dangling a little way above him. "Grab the rope!!!" Selphie yelled.
He wound the rope around his arm and looked at Quistis again. Please be alive... please...
"Alright!" Selphie signaled to Irvine and the youth activated the motor to rewind the jack. (a/n: Forgive me, I can't remember the thing's name... I hope you get my drift).
It was a slow process,but they finally made it to the top. The three rushed to him but he motioned to Quistis' limp body. "Help her."
Irvine and Selphie pulled her out of his grasp and Selphie quickly performed CPR. Squall dragged himself up, watched by an anxious Rinoa. His head was spinning,but that hardly mattered now.
After a few times of pumping, Quistis finally jerked and coughed hard. Selphie sighed with relief. But the worst was not yet over. "We'd better get her to the hospital," She called out to Irvine and the latter nodded. Squall struggled to his feet and came over to Selphie. "How is she?"
"She's eaten sleeping pills, and we don't know how much," Irvine said shortly as Squall scooped her up and climbed into the back seat. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes just a fraction, looking lost. "Wha..."
"Shh..." Squall held her close, smiling tenderly. "You're safe. I'm here."
She closed her eyes again, drawing a strange look from him that made Rinoa stop and stare. And it was then did reality finally hit her:
He loved her. He really loved her.
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Laguna Loire frowned as he checked his cell phone. This has got to be the strangest day, he thought. First my secretary accuses me of being incompetent, then my meetings have gone horribly, and now this...
It was a message from Squall, and it was as brief as Squall was sullen. But it was the nature of the message that was puzzling.
I'm coming back.
Laguna scratched his head. It isn't like his son to back out of a decision. Not like him at all...
"Laguna?" The door opened and his daughter entered, wearing a look that mirrored her father. And she too was holding her cell phone. "I got a message... from Squall." She said softly, still frowning. Laguna nodded. "I know." He sighed thoughtfully and flipped his phone shut. Squall had been offered a place in Garden, and he's due to register in a week. So why is he coming back to Esthar?
"I don't understand, Laguna," Ellone said helplessly. "I tried to call him but he refused to pick it up..."
"Maybe we'll just have to follow what he wants," Laguna bit his lip. Ellone nodded. "Shall I call the guards to pick him up at the airport?"
Laguna shook his head. "No...take the Ragnarok and meet him in Balamb. And I want you to go. Let's see what happened to him."
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There was a growing roar as she slowly began to register what was happening. She opened her eyes a crack and was instantly smothered. "Quistis!!!"
"Argh!" She yelped in reflex and blinked as she regarded her mother, who was hugging her, sobbing and talking at the same time. "...Mom?" She winced when Mrs. Almasy touched a sore spot on her shoulder. Her memory was extremely foggy, and she was confused. What was she doing here?! Wasn't she arguing with Squall -
"Squall!" She blurted out, face drained of color. Her eyes darted wildly around and came to rest on her brother. "Seifer, where - "
Seifer shook his head. He had arrived at the hospital when an unfamiliar voice had called him, telling him Quistis had tried to kill herself. And when he arrived, she was there, lying pale as death, with the boy sitting by her bed. He could have been the same, Seifer thought. The same pale expression of one who had brushed with death.
Mrs. Almasy had immediately launched into a thundering tirade, but he had merely fixed her with those ice gray eyes. "I f anybody was to be blamed,' Squall had said softly, "It would be you."
Seifer sucked in his breath.
