Chapter Eight Part Two
I am Not Delusional
DivineAngel
"Hey?" He grinned under his unruly red hair, watching Jim slowly look up from the bed he stood next to. From where the blue eyes had been laying for the last ten hours, though part of the last six had been awake and chaotic. "Look what I got?" He chuckled watching the light face smile as he held up a bag of its clothes, toothbrush, mouth wash and shampoo.
"Gene I-"
"-Yeah yeah." He grinned. "You can bow down and praise me later Jim." He grinned hard watching Jim laugh sitting up slowly before looking back at the scarred face waiting for it. His blue eyes grinning hard as he grabbed the bag, Melfina, thank god. "Mel's out in the hall." He grinned watching the blonde hair dig through the bag before looking around at the bed and rapping the blanket around its waist standing up.
"In the hall?" the blue eyes glanced back at him watching him nod. "Good. I got to talk to her." His blue eyes smiled hard opening the door marked bathroom and slowly going in.
"Nice." The unruly color grinning behind him, the bathroom was huge. "Is this the size of our kitchen?" The dark eyes chuckled as they ran over the space before stopping on the blonde hair. Blue eyes turning on the sink water fast loading their toothbrush with paste before brushing like a mad person. His dark eyes frowning slightly, but Jim didn't seem all to upset now. His scarred face grinned listening to the mumbled incomprehensible question the blonde hair shot at him as it brushed in fast clean-freak strokes. "I am going to pretend you just asked me where Aisha is." He chuckled hard watching the blonde hair spitting into the sink falter mid way as it started laughing. Rinsing the toothbrush and loading it up again. "In the hall with that monster child of hers." He growled watching the blonde hair choke slightly as it brushed, laughing. "So. " He grinned watching the blonde hair spit into the sink again before chugging mouth wash. "How lucky are you today?"
His grin faded slightly watching the blue eyes just look at him from under the stressed blonde hair. Thinking over his question as it stood there, cheeks full of scope. "Is that a lucky or not so lucky?" He grinned watching the blonde hair spit into the sink before silently standing there
"I have to go talk to the cops, soon." The blue eyes didn't look up at him, blonde hair staring into the sink it gripped with both hands. "I have to give them a statement so they can catch him."
His dark eyes blinked slowly. "What?" He scoffed "Jim they're feeding you crow you don't *have* to do anything." He shrugged. He sure wouldn't have. Not in his life.
"He's selling the kids he gets." The blue eyes looked up at him upset suddenly. Strong light chest slowly standing up . "I don't know how I know." His dark eyes watched the blonde hair shake no absently, staring into the sink saddened. Before slowly looking up at him, frowning hard, frowning mad. "Starwind. And Hawking. Enterprises." The blonde hair scowled at him suddenly. Growling at him. "Sentinel three." The blue eyes looked back at the sink quickly. "How many Starwind and Hawking Enterprises are there?" The light voice growled as he frowned at it. "You led him *right* to me Gene." The blue eyes snapped up at him suddenly. Shining lightly as they frowned disgusted through grit teeth. "Told him Right where I WAS!" His dark eyes frowned watching the blonde hair slam the scope bottle down into the sink hard as it glared at him.
"Led who right to you?" He frowned, mumbling his answer casually like Judith had said. Slow, calm, listen, don't make any rude comments, or statements about being weak. His annoyed but sedated facial slump watching Jim just glare at him before slowly calming.
It was unfair to blame Gene, he didn't know. Never "Would have done that one purpose.You never would have wanted him, never would have done that on purpose." His dark eyes frowned watching the blonde hair mumble to itself. Judith said Jim might be a little weird cause he had about fifteen drugs pumping through him but, his mind trailed lightly but...he wasn't prepare for mood swings.
"No body did any thing on purpose blast it." He growled annoyed before groaning, that was probably considered rude in some way. His dark eyes watching the blue color look up at him blinking as though it had forgotten he was there.
"I know you didn't." The blue eyes looked at him blankly. Watching the scarred face continue dropping to a confused expression. "I just.I just said that!" the blonde hair yelled at him suddenly watching him just cock an eyebrow but this was really annoying.
"What?" He shot a baffled look at the blonde hair dumping its clothes onto the counter top. "Know I didn't what? What the hell are you talking about Jim?" He frowned confused watching the blue eyes look up at him confused by what he was saying.
"What are you talking about? Who said anything *about* you?" The blonde hair shot him an annoyed expression watching the dark eyes just squint. Was this supposed to be some kind of game? He frowned watching the blonde hair shake its head absently, but it looked confused, not like it was playing around at all. His frowned dropped to a concerned look as he watched Jim slowly move towards the shower. Strong light arm slowly reaching for the water nozzle before straightening up and trying for it again. Cringing lightly as it moved.
"Blast this." He growled annoyed, quickly stomping over and flicking the nozzle. Scarred hand shoving the blonde shoulder back with his fast movement. Causing it to stumble as his dark eyes watched the water turn on. "There. Ok?" He frowned frustrated as he looked up at the light face before stopping. Oops, his head muttered as he looked at the hurt blue eyes that just glared at him upset. Silently welling with a wet shine.
"I can *do* it *myself*." the light chest breathed it's words at him as it slowly started picking up as thought the blonde hair had been running laps. "Don't *play* with me Gene." The blue eyes blinked hard, fighting back their tears as they watched the unruly color just stand up slowly. He should have known Jim would have picked up on how he was acting different. Even he knew he was, the way he was walking, talking, hell even the way he was standing. The blonde hair had registered it all, trying hard to ignore it. "What are you looking at?" The blue eyes shot their hurt whisper at him fast. Light features flicking annoyed as the salt water that had silently built in the blue eyes ran out onto the light face.
"Nothing." He muttered his answer, frowning at the light face. This was another one of those times he was supposed to do something, or say something significant wasn't it, his head growled. He was supposed to do something reassuring, something to prove there really was nothing different but he couldn't. His dark eyes just staring at the blonde hair, like it was a mirror trick. It looked the same, sorta, it definitely sounded the same but everything was wrong with it. Just like the reflection in a fun house mirror. Slightly warped but not, so you stand there looking at it entertained, confused, boggled, worried, humored. Silent crying blue eyes just glaring at his lie, watching him look back as though it should be cracked and broken. Trying hard to understand and not to visualize how Jim looked when he was young, and now that he was older, he was supposed to look like that again? Having things like that happened again. Jim should have fought harder, he taught him to fight didn't he? Taught him to say no! To fight back! His mind frowned hard, feeling his face fall to a disappointed irritated expression slowly. How could Jim have just sat by and let that happen to him again? How could he not have called for help or said anything to him blast it! He would have helped, Jim should have said SOMETHING! Done SOMETHING! "...Nothing." He repeated his answer firmly now, unruly red hair running into his eyes lightly as he shook his head no before moving past the blonde hair. Suddenly the bathroom, bigger than their kitchen or not seemed like the smallest room he had ever been in. His scarred chest suffocating in it, stuck in the sterilized smell and tight white tiles. He didn't look back as he headed towards the door. He didn't want to look, didn't want to know, didn't want to face the different no matter what it was labeled. It was awkward, for some reason it was him that was being tortured because he was kept in the dark and in the light at the same time. Having Judith confide in him like she had when the blonde hair was four. Having Jim lie to him, have* her* soften the truth, have *him* scream it when it became too intense. I am going to be sick, his head growled. The last six hours. They could all go to hell.
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He squeezed his eyes shut, hearing the door slam from where Gene had just left. With out anything more to say then nothing. A lie. "Ahh" He heard himself choke fast suddenly, his face sniffling hard, brushing off the tears quickly as an excuse. Quickly trying to make up for it even though no one was there. No one was there to judge whether or not he was a man and could really hold all this in and take it.
He glared ahead at the running shower water, the room slowly dimming with the steam and then with the loss of light as he shut the door. Frowning down at the handle, it didn't have a lock.
He winced lightly, letting the blanket fall off him as he let it go, reaching into the warm droplets of water spraying from the shower head. Blue eyes darting around before grabbing the handle in the wall to help him. Frowning as he glanced around suddenly becoming aware of all the handles. Some of them in the most absurd places.
He sighed heavily, feeling the water run over him, a small smile spreading accrost his face as he grinned. It felt so good, so good. Like everything disgusting and dirty and horrible was just running off him with the warm clear threads of water that ran over his hair and skin. Pulling the blonde strains into his face with the weight as he opened his eyes. Looking around the room through the intervals of blonde blotches and smiling. He could stay in there all day.
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"Gene?" She smiled sweetly to him as she walked over. His dark eyes looking up at her soft raven hair and soft mocha eyes. "You look so funny." She smiled at him watching him sit back into the wall from where he had been slouched into a hall chair leaning his head into his hands. "What are you doing hmm?" She smiled at him again, giggling her words out. They had all seemed so concerned, a lot of people she didn't know, weird looking people. Gene had seemed so mad and so.loud, but she had seen Jim. In a short pause when the door opened and shut. She had seen into the room and seen him standing there arguing with someone. He sounded the same, looked the same, and he was arguing. She wasn't worried anymore.
"Nothing." He sighed his answer to her, looking up as she held his face on either side.
"Your worrying about something." She smiled warmly at him, sinking into the chair next to him slowly as his dark eyes ran over the halls. Their hall had next to no traffic, a dead end, and who needed to be in this hall. It was designed for a special purpose, he had read the paper. Domestic violence, psychological trauma, extreme witnesses, such as those to murders and sexual assaults. But it wasn't like he couldn't see the main stream of traffic from where he sat, they were connected to the police building from the hospital weren't they and the halls and sounds proved it. Even if they couldn't be heard inside the white rooms made safe with locking windows, doors, cabinets an sound barrier everything. "Where is Jim?" He blinked fast as she cut through his thoughts. Her mocha eyes watching him glance at her for a moment before answering.
"He's in there." He nodded towards the wall he leaned against watching her glance at the door some seven feet away.
"With who?" She frowned slightly watching him shake his head no. Judith had given special orders Jim could be left alone if he wanted to be. -There was no way he could kill himself in there, and she didn't suspect that he would. She would be right across the hall.- At least, that was the speech he had heard her tell the other doctor and cops, who were all very against her going against regulation. "Well why don't you go see him?" She smiled sweetly at him as he looked up at her. Her mocha eyes frowning slightly as he shook his head no.
"Not now Melfina." He frowned looking across the hall vacantly. Feeling her soft hand run onto his shoulder, before under his chin and to the side of his face away from her. Gently pulling him to look at her.
His dark eyes watching her just smile at him. "Gene, you helped me to, find myself. I am forever with you." She smiled warmly at him, watching him frown almost upset by what she was saying. "But I can still remember, when.I can still remember a night where you didn't want me.once.when, you didn't care that I was there, and you left." She smiled slightly as she spoke. Though she was still upset by what she could remember, and his face flickered to a small frown. He couldn't think when that would have ever been. "You turned around and left me all alone. That was scary, for me Gene. I can't forget it, I try, but I can't." She frowned slightly remembering him talking to Hilda. How cool and *in* he was with Hilda. "But I wasn't really alone Gene." She smiled at him watching him listen to her. "When I turned around, there was someone with me who you had also left for her." She smiled at him as she slowly stood up. Watching his dark eyes look up at her. "Only Jim wasn't scared." She smiled sweetly at him as he frowned up. "Cause he wasn't alone.even if, even if it was just little me there." She frowned at him suddenly. "If anything has changed here Gene. It's you." She watched him continue to frown at her. "I don't know what.I don't understand what has happened." She looked concerned again suddenly. Somehow, there was always something she still didn't understand. The way Gene had yelled and argued and demanded to know what had happened, and how they found Jim and what he was doing. Even when the only one there was her, and he knew she didn't have those answers. It seemed he was trying to ask himself more than anyone else. Trying to find a conclusion for himself. A reason why all of this was allowed to happen. A reason why he wasn't able to stop it. Why Jim wasn't able to stop it. "Don't turn your back on him Gene." She frowned upset suddenly, watching him continue to look at her. "Don't make a, make a mistake just because you, you don't want to look." She watched him blink quickly as her smooth hand ran off his face and back to her side as she took a small step back. "No more worries now, no more Gene." Her soft smile watched him immitate as she stepped back into the hall more. "We are together" She smiled at him warmly, watching his dark eyes follow her as she started down the hall towards the small white room with thick walls and suicide proof everything. His sly features falling to a smile as he watched her disappear. Slowly opening the door before peeking in. Soft raven hair and just her head leaning in slowly before her body fallowed. Cautiously looking for the blonde hair she had known for five years. The one who liked her chocolate cake, pork chops and fish casserole. The one who constantly tore holes in all his shirts and jeans and stained everything he owned with the smell of his hair and motor oil. The one who remembered where they put all their stupid little things lke the batteries, super glue, and extra light bulbs. The only one who could fix the oven when it finally busted every three months. The only one that still had trouble being left alone for long periods of time and was slowly adjusting to Gene moving into her room every couple of days, even thought he wouldn't admit it.
She smiled as she slowly crept into the vacant room, mocha eyes glancing at the bathroom door to the sounds of the shower running. These where the things she thought of when she thought of Jim. All the things she remembered and could envision because those were most like him. His weird habit of walking into the kitchen chair half asleep almost every mourning. As if it was never there. His habit of turning on the tv and just walking off and coming back to switch it back on, after she walked by and turned it off seeing no one there. Then he would do it agian, turn it back on while Gene griped about his wasting money to run the tv and not watch it. Only to growl at a come back referring to its habit of wasting money on beer and getting too drunk to remember. The way he made an -eww I have to eat that?- face when she was half way through cooking meat or fish and it was still coated in flour and eggs and looked almost too disgusting to touch. Grossing him out when he thought she couldn't see but then telling her it looked great when she caught him. Only later finding out he had come in to eat, so he wouldn't have to eat that and left a trail of dirt on the floor and fingerprints on the fridge. "Jim?" She smiled as she neared the bathroom door slowly leaning into it slightly to hear better. "Jim?" She giggled as she spoke louder to speak through the running water. Her smooth features frowning slightly as she heard the small noises from the other side. Most likely the water, but then Jim would have been smart enough to cry underneath it.
Her mocha eyes frowning concerned as she slowly gripped the cool metal handle and pushed the door in an inch. Smiling at the steam that rolled out onto the floor suddenly before stopping. Jumping slightly as the water turned off fast to the sounds of a bottle falling off the counter and a familiar irritated -damnt- on the other side of the thick wood. Her face smiling as she opened her mouth to make her presence known before jumping as the door was yanked from her grasp and opened inward.
He squint lightly, the room was much brighter then the bathroom now filled with steam and dimmed light. His blue eyes looking down at the shirt he was turning right side out as he moved forward. Wet blonde hair and moist skin stepping towards her arguing with his shirt. Wearing gray boxers and baggy blue jeans sliding off him slowly from where he hadn't bothered to do them up yet.
"Jim?" She watched him look up fast, jumping at the sound of her voice. His light features immerging in a tight confused frowned before she jumped. Watching him disappear from her sight as she blinked quickly. Alarmed by the way he panicked. Stumbling into the doorframe while sending her into the chair against the wall with a quick shove. Unaware of who she was, nothing but speaking noise, eyes and black hair in front of him. "Ah!" She squeaked lightly falling back into the chair, looking up at him alarmed.
Blue eyes blinking hard, looking at her before stepping forward fast. Unaware of the way her eyes frowned alarmed by the strength of his hand running into her hair. "Black." He whisphered it absorbed in the raven strains running over his fingers as he pulled them outward, looking at them. Blue eyes suddenly smiling at her, couching down in front of her. Almost oblivious to the tight pained look that ran over his face as he did it. Blue eyes completely ecstatic with the dark color of her hair and soft eyes. "Melfina? Mel? Melfina." He grinned, her name running out of his mouth as if to verify she was really there. Blue eyes laughing slightly as she started nodding.
"Yes Jim." She smiled slowly, watching him calm down as he laughed unsteadily at her. Her face smiling warmly at his touch. Strong light hand running onto her hip from where he crouched directly in front of her delicate figure. Blue eyes blinking slightly as she ran a hand onto his face. Slowly letting it trace over his ear and into his warm wet hair.
"Mel? Mel you." He trailed, grinning at her. His chest picking up fast, breathing hard as if he had run miles to reach her, miles to find her. "You helped me. You saved me from him. How did you? How did you find me Mel? How did you know where I was?" She frowned fast, looking down at the blue eyes gapping up at her. In disbelief but eternally grateful she was the one who had appeared and took him from the blue van, the cold floor and bad things. He knew it. He remembered her black hair, the good smell. That was Melfina "That was you. I saw you, saw you." She blinked, confused upset tones running over her face as she looked down. He was gripping her tighter now. His voice running out in upset raspy tones. Blue eyes rushing with tears of gratitude and unsteady relief he had really gotten away.
"No, I didn't Jim." She shook her head lightly not understanding what he meant. Watching him blink hard and confused by her statement. "I was worried about you." She frowned reassuring him, watching his face gap utterly confused by her comment.
"No Mel." He choked his whisper at her. Ignoring the light tears that ran down his face. "I saw you. I saw.I saw *you* there." He shook his head no at her fast, arguing with the silent raven strains that were slowly telling him no as she moved her head back and forth. Letting her hand run over his forehead into his hair to brush it back. "But I saw you!" He cried suddenly. "You helped me!" She pulled her hands to her chest as he stood up. Blue eyes shaking no at her as he blinked unsteadily taking a small step back before pulling his jeans up. Still not making and move to fix them or get his shirt which he had dropped.
"Jim." She frowned concerned, slowly standing up. "You, well maybe you...you were dreaming. I was home, with Gene." She frowned softly, and he got upset as she told him what he saw was not real.
"Nooo." He sobbed at her suddenly, taking a quick step back as she reached for him. "I saw you! You *touched* me! I could *smell* you!" He frowned at her upset, ignoring the tears on his face. The warm salt water running to his chin as he shook his head confused. "HOW ELSE DID I?"
She jumped at his upset scream. Her mocha eyes falling to a upset hurt expression. "How else did you what?" She whisphered watching him blink fast as he swallowed to her question.
"How else did I get away! How else did I run, how else did.you did." She frowned watching his face disappear as he looked down shaking his head no. Why was she lying to him? Maybe he was wrong. But he had seen her, he had smelled her. If that really wasn't her, what else was real and what else was a dream? Maybe he wasn't really in a van, maybe.he wasn't really even there. "Ahha"
He choked as she touched him. Firmly running her hands to either of his shoulders watching his whole body shake to a faltering stop as she did it fast. "I am sorry Jim." She shook her head no quickly as he looked up at her confused. "I forgot that I, that I." She trailed watching him blink upset. Hands away from himself as if scared to touch anything and ready to fight. "I *did* help you." She watched him start blinking quicker as she suddenly smiled . His light face moving around absolutely confused and upset. -First she didn't, now she did!? I must be going crazy, I am crazy.- "Jim?" She frowned slightly, moving her hands as he didn't make eye contact for a couple of moments. "Did you hear what I said?" She blinked upset. "I did, did help you." She nodded as he looked back at her.
"Yes?" He choked a small question at her watching her nod.
She nodded softly "Yes. I did." A warm smile spreading over her face with his fast relieved swallow. -If she was there maybe he wasn't crazy.-
"Why?" He frowned slightly "How did you." He trailed shaking his head no confused as he slowly stepped back. Feeling the cool white pain of the wall brush against his shoulder blades, but she only stepped forward with him. Looking at him dead on because they were almost the same height. He was a little taller.
"Because I made fish casserole and pork chops." She frowned slightly at him, watching him make a sharp confused expression. "And I know you like them." She smiled, watching one side of his mouth slowly start to grin as he choked a small laugh. She came looking for him because he was missing the dinner he liked? "And cause I." She looked down, thinking of all the reasons she would have helped him. "Cause I wanted you home.and cause, because I didn't like to see Gene and Danny so upset and cause I missed.you there and cause.there isn't enough to do a dark wash without you, and Gene needed his jeans." She shook her head watching him grin as he listened, leaning against the wall tired. Her mocha eyes slowly nodding. Yes those were the reasons. "There are still pork chops in the fridge and Gene didn't eat all the casserole." She smiled at him watching him choke another small sound as he. Blue eyes loosing her slurred wet image from sight as he leaned forward to her words. Feeling her soft white shirt and thin arms move around his back. Soft hand directing the back of his head into her shoulder and neck as she hugged him. "I think also because you left your car out front." She frowned slightly now, thinking. Jim didn't like anyone driving it and leaving it out there it was bound to get stripped or vandalized.
"AH did you?" She felt his fast mumble into her shoulder. "Did you move.. Move it Mel?" She smiled feeling him relax slightly as she nodded.
"Yes Danniella did it." She felt him smile underneath her. Danny was horrible at driving it, she didn't like the way the petals worked and she didn't like the blinker switch so she moved it in fast stop and go motions. "She did a good job too, don't tease her." She giggled softly feeling him smile. Probably thinking about how Danny would have been laughing so hard jerking the car around she could have driven into the wall. Then died laughing that she such a stupid thing before getting upset she had messed the headlights or something.
She heard him sniffle hard as she slowly started pulling back, mocha eye heading towards his shirt which was on the floor. "Where is?" She glanced at his small mumble. Looking back at his shirt as she reached for it as he tried to wipe the tears off his face. "Danny? Where is she?" He was frowning concerned when she looked back up. Blue eyes trying to read hints off her, he knew she would have known. And Danny talked to her, Dan had said before she liked Mel and loved talking with her about woman stuff. Whatever that meant, he didn't ask or want to know in detail.
"Outside." She smiled warmly at him, giggling lightly as she looked down at his shirt and quickly turned it right side out in one motion. "Waiting."
"Where outside?" He frowned at her again. Watching her think as she started moving back to where he was. Just leaning against the wall watching her -I don't know- small shrug. "Did, is there a guy with her? A guy with bright.." He trailed lightly motioning at his hair as he took his shirt from her. Still keeping eye contract. "Bright.green.teal hair?" He frowned watching her eyes think as they listened to him before shaking no.
"No. She was with me and then she left because Gene was arguing with someone with teal hair." His face tighened immediatly. Who knew what they were arguing about. "But she said she wanted to be alone some, so I don't, don't know where she is now Jim. I don't have any idea." She watched him frown concerned, upset and irritated all in one as he shoved his hand through the holes in his shirt before ripping it on over his head. Blue eyes doing a fast sniffle as they looked down at their pants.
"Where is everyone else?" She frowned at his strained tone as she watched him. Moving his hands gingerly but still managing to argue with the fly of his jeans. Leaning forward slightly as he tried to put it together before standing back up. Bushing as he made eye contact with her. "Could you." He trailed, her mocha eyes watching him glance around the room for something he could send her to get, before stopping back on her face as she smiled warmly turning around.
"Mmm Gene is in the hall, you would laugh if you saw him." She giggled slightly remembering how the outlaw was slouched into his chair as if he were being forced to wait hours while nothing was accomplished. Her eyes frowning slightly to the pained -I would laugh?- from behind her to the small sound of the zipper moving up some. "Yes." She whisphered looking down upset. He must have been in some pain behind her, her eyes cringing hard, trying to ignore how forcefully she could hear him breathing and focus on what she was saying. "the tall.dark man and two girls, one...mm Iris?.I think." She frowned, that was her name wasn't it? "Left about two, two hours ago." Her soft lips pressed together hard as she looked down, she felt horrible.
"Mel!" She jumped hard, gasping air fast as he snapped her name. "Keep talking, I like to, I want to hear it." She closed her eyes, cringing to how pained and cracked his voice was as he groaned at her to take his mind off the pain he was causing.
"A, a, Aisha was outside waiting too but, I think Tyler was getting to loud so she. She went outside." The room ran back into view as she opened her eyes slowly. "Aisha mentioned something about getting in touch with Suzuka to help manage things if.but we don't know where she is now." She frowned staring down at her thin fingers and hands held tightly to her chest. "Alright?.Jim?" She glanced up at the wall in front of her, her voice running out slow and timid as always. Hearing his hard sigh and soft movement. A mumbled yes running to her as she slowly turned around. Interrupting how fast he was trying to get the tears off his face and hopefully beat her slow turning. Blue eyes looking at her exhausted and half open from where he leaned into the wall. Breathing rough and slow from the easing pain as he watching her look back at him upset.
"You said Gene was in the hall?" He groaned at her, watching her nod as she took a small step towards him. "How long does he.How long is he going to stay there?" He frowned at her. Confused by how Gene was always reported to be still out there waiting. "Why doesn't he go home and eat or." He trailed shaking his head no absently at her. Cast down mocha eyes only smiling slightly before glancing back up at him.
"Do you want him to?" She watched him swallow hard to her question. "I'll tell him Jim if, is that what you want? Him to do?" She frowned watching him just look at her. No that wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want Gene to drive some fifteen minutes away. But he didn't want him to stay there, stay in the hall so close to him. So he could hear him if he screamed or see him if he cried. Not when Gene was already disgusted with him. Not when he had already told him it was disgusting, and he had failed. "Jim?" She frowned slightly as he didn't answer, usually Jim answered quickly. Always had some type of plan or idea of what he wanted.
"Gene won't look at me." She blinked fast, watching him quickly choke his words at her. Blue eyes rushing with tears again as he frowned, fighting it. "Won't." She frowned watching his head shake no for a split second. "Melfina he came in here.." His voice cracked hard, his throat swallowing fast to fix it. "Looked at me." His mind cringed, even he didn't want to look at himself. It was disgusting, he was disgusting. Looked so much like he used to when he used to look down. Now below the tight strong muscles and sweet abs were the old welts and scars. The same small light body he hated but was stuck in. "I shouldn't have had him sstaaaay." His chest did a small jump before his quick sob. As if the tense hard way it was breathing the entire time the blue eyes looked down at itself, it was holding it in but failed. "AHhhhaa Meeeelah." She felt him cry hard as she stepped back up to him. His shaky strong arms grabbing onto her hard and squeezing. Her soft lips pressing together to keep in the small amount of pain he was causing. It was better he felt he could stay where he was, then for her to be able to fill her lungs entirely.
"I am going to go find Danny for you." She whisphered feeling him continue to sob and cry into her as he hung on. She was the wrong one for this. She had a feeling she accidentally said the wrong thing and brought this out somehow. Accidentally released the feelings behind a button Jim was holding onto very tightly. His head shook no immediately. "Jim. I am not the one." She frowned as she looked down listening to his mumbled.
"Ahha I couldn't do it for Danny theen, noow I don't know what I am gonnnnaaaa dooo, that stupid son of a biitttchhh." She frowned at his swears, feeling him hiccup. "AHhow Oooww" He cringed hard suddenly as she moved back, shoving him off her. Even if he didn't want to let go she was the wrong one. If he had to say this. She had a feeling it would be once and Danny was going to miss out on what would help her fix what had happened.
"Shhh just wait one, wait one little minute." She cooed watching him cry quietly to himself as he leaned into the wall. His hands falling back to his sides as she pulled back before they rose up to his face rubbing his eyes to a hard ahhhh from behind her as she opened the door and quickly left. Mocha eyes falling on the unruly red hair that looked at her as she came out. Frowning hard as it caught her upset air with a silence that stopped talking to the familiar Mrs. Miller who seemed to know both of them so well. "Please could." She trailed lightly watching them both stop to look at her. Her mocha eyes remaining on the worn soft face. "Jim may need some." She trailed shaking her head absently, she didn't know what Jim needed. No, not really, just that Danny should be the one that listened to it and not her. The thin gray hair nodding immediately, quickly heading towards the door as the scarred hand grabbed her arm. Dark eyes frowning at her, shooting her an indirect -what does Jim need her for?- "You." She frowned her snap at him, pulling her arm gently from him. "Shame on you Gene." She watched his frown disappear to a confused blink. Her upset mocha eyes sending him uncertain, upset, confused, scolding because something he had said or done had upset Jim very much.
She opened her mouth to Daniella whom she spotted behind the outlaw some five or so feet before silencing. Moving slightly as the now off duty small spaghetti strapped white dress started for the room quickly after catching the older female doctor disappear inside. Her mocha eyes turning back to the outlaw who stood inches from her body just looking at her. Watching her mocha eyes turn back up to him upset, but not. Slowly stepping forward and hugging him. Thin figure falling into his scarred chest fast and hanging on for guidance and safety. Squeezing him as hard as she could, so his lungs couldn't fill all the way.
I am Not Delusional
DivineAngel
"Hey?" He grinned under his unruly red hair, watching Jim slowly look up from the bed he stood next to. From where the blue eyes had been laying for the last ten hours, though part of the last six had been awake and chaotic. "Look what I got?" He chuckled watching the light face smile as he held up a bag of its clothes, toothbrush, mouth wash and shampoo.
"Gene I-"
"-Yeah yeah." He grinned. "You can bow down and praise me later Jim." He grinned hard watching Jim laugh sitting up slowly before looking back at the scarred face waiting for it. His blue eyes grinning hard as he grabbed the bag, Melfina, thank god. "Mel's out in the hall." He grinned watching the blonde hair dig through the bag before looking around at the bed and rapping the blanket around its waist standing up.
"In the hall?" the blue eyes glanced back at him watching him nod. "Good. I got to talk to her." His blue eyes smiled hard opening the door marked bathroom and slowly going in.
"Nice." The unruly color grinning behind him, the bathroom was huge. "Is this the size of our kitchen?" The dark eyes chuckled as they ran over the space before stopping on the blonde hair. Blue eyes turning on the sink water fast loading their toothbrush with paste before brushing like a mad person. His dark eyes frowning slightly, but Jim didn't seem all to upset now. His scarred face grinned listening to the mumbled incomprehensible question the blonde hair shot at him as it brushed in fast clean-freak strokes. "I am going to pretend you just asked me where Aisha is." He chuckled hard watching the blonde hair spitting into the sink falter mid way as it started laughing. Rinsing the toothbrush and loading it up again. "In the hall with that monster child of hers." He growled watching the blonde hair choke slightly as it brushed, laughing. "So. " He grinned watching the blonde hair spit into the sink again before chugging mouth wash. "How lucky are you today?"
His grin faded slightly watching the blue eyes just look at him from under the stressed blonde hair. Thinking over his question as it stood there, cheeks full of scope. "Is that a lucky or not so lucky?" He grinned watching the blonde hair spit into the sink before silently standing there
"I have to go talk to the cops, soon." The blue eyes didn't look up at him, blonde hair staring into the sink it gripped with both hands. "I have to give them a statement so they can catch him."
His dark eyes blinked slowly. "What?" He scoffed "Jim they're feeding you crow you don't *have* to do anything." He shrugged. He sure wouldn't have. Not in his life.
"He's selling the kids he gets." The blue eyes looked up at him upset suddenly. Strong light chest slowly standing up . "I don't know how I know." His dark eyes watched the blonde hair shake no absently, staring into the sink saddened. Before slowly looking up at him, frowning hard, frowning mad. "Starwind. And Hawking. Enterprises." The blonde hair scowled at him suddenly. Growling at him. "Sentinel three." The blue eyes looked back at the sink quickly. "How many Starwind and Hawking Enterprises are there?" The light voice growled as he frowned at it. "You led him *right* to me Gene." The blue eyes snapped up at him suddenly. Shining lightly as they frowned disgusted through grit teeth. "Told him Right where I WAS!" His dark eyes frowned watching the blonde hair slam the scope bottle down into the sink hard as it glared at him.
"Led who right to you?" He frowned, mumbling his answer casually like Judith had said. Slow, calm, listen, don't make any rude comments, or statements about being weak. His annoyed but sedated facial slump watching Jim just glare at him before slowly calming.
It was unfair to blame Gene, he didn't know. Never "Would have done that one purpose.You never would have wanted him, never would have done that on purpose." His dark eyes frowned watching the blonde hair mumble to itself. Judith said Jim might be a little weird cause he had about fifteen drugs pumping through him but, his mind trailed lightly but...he wasn't prepare for mood swings.
"No body did any thing on purpose blast it." He growled annoyed before groaning, that was probably considered rude in some way. His dark eyes watching the blue color look up at him blinking as though it had forgotten he was there.
"I know you didn't." The blue eyes looked at him blankly. Watching the scarred face continue dropping to a confused expression. "I just.I just said that!" the blonde hair yelled at him suddenly watching him just cock an eyebrow but this was really annoying.
"What?" He shot a baffled look at the blonde hair dumping its clothes onto the counter top. "Know I didn't what? What the hell are you talking about Jim?" He frowned confused watching the blue eyes look up at him confused by what he was saying.
"What are you talking about? Who said anything *about* you?" The blonde hair shot him an annoyed expression watching the dark eyes just squint. Was this supposed to be some kind of game? He frowned watching the blonde hair shake its head absently, but it looked confused, not like it was playing around at all. His frowned dropped to a concerned look as he watched Jim slowly move towards the shower. Strong light arm slowly reaching for the water nozzle before straightening up and trying for it again. Cringing lightly as it moved.
"Blast this." He growled annoyed, quickly stomping over and flicking the nozzle. Scarred hand shoving the blonde shoulder back with his fast movement. Causing it to stumble as his dark eyes watched the water turn on. "There. Ok?" He frowned frustrated as he looked up at the light face before stopping. Oops, his head muttered as he looked at the hurt blue eyes that just glared at him upset. Silently welling with a wet shine.
"I can *do* it *myself*." the light chest breathed it's words at him as it slowly started picking up as thought the blonde hair had been running laps. "Don't *play* with me Gene." The blue eyes blinked hard, fighting back their tears as they watched the unruly color just stand up slowly. He should have known Jim would have picked up on how he was acting different. Even he knew he was, the way he was walking, talking, hell even the way he was standing. The blonde hair had registered it all, trying hard to ignore it. "What are you looking at?" The blue eyes shot their hurt whisper at him fast. Light features flicking annoyed as the salt water that had silently built in the blue eyes ran out onto the light face.
"Nothing." He muttered his answer, frowning at the light face. This was another one of those times he was supposed to do something, or say something significant wasn't it, his head growled. He was supposed to do something reassuring, something to prove there really was nothing different but he couldn't. His dark eyes just staring at the blonde hair, like it was a mirror trick. It looked the same, sorta, it definitely sounded the same but everything was wrong with it. Just like the reflection in a fun house mirror. Slightly warped but not, so you stand there looking at it entertained, confused, boggled, worried, humored. Silent crying blue eyes just glaring at his lie, watching him look back as though it should be cracked and broken. Trying hard to understand and not to visualize how Jim looked when he was young, and now that he was older, he was supposed to look like that again? Having things like that happened again. Jim should have fought harder, he taught him to fight didn't he? Taught him to say no! To fight back! His mind frowned hard, feeling his face fall to a disappointed irritated expression slowly. How could Jim have just sat by and let that happen to him again? How could he not have called for help or said anything to him blast it! He would have helped, Jim should have said SOMETHING! Done SOMETHING! "...Nothing." He repeated his answer firmly now, unruly red hair running into his eyes lightly as he shook his head no before moving past the blonde hair. Suddenly the bathroom, bigger than their kitchen or not seemed like the smallest room he had ever been in. His scarred chest suffocating in it, stuck in the sterilized smell and tight white tiles. He didn't look back as he headed towards the door. He didn't want to look, didn't want to know, didn't want to face the different no matter what it was labeled. It was awkward, for some reason it was him that was being tortured because he was kept in the dark and in the light at the same time. Having Judith confide in him like she had when the blonde hair was four. Having Jim lie to him, have* her* soften the truth, have *him* scream it when it became too intense. I am going to be sick, his head growled. The last six hours. They could all go to hell.
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He squeezed his eyes shut, hearing the door slam from where Gene had just left. With out anything more to say then nothing. A lie. "Ahh" He heard himself choke fast suddenly, his face sniffling hard, brushing off the tears quickly as an excuse. Quickly trying to make up for it even though no one was there. No one was there to judge whether or not he was a man and could really hold all this in and take it.
He glared ahead at the running shower water, the room slowly dimming with the steam and then with the loss of light as he shut the door. Frowning down at the handle, it didn't have a lock.
He winced lightly, letting the blanket fall off him as he let it go, reaching into the warm droplets of water spraying from the shower head. Blue eyes darting around before grabbing the handle in the wall to help him. Frowning as he glanced around suddenly becoming aware of all the handles. Some of them in the most absurd places.
He sighed heavily, feeling the water run over him, a small smile spreading accrost his face as he grinned. It felt so good, so good. Like everything disgusting and dirty and horrible was just running off him with the warm clear threads of water that ran over his hair and skin. Pulling the blonde strains into his face with the weight as he opened his eyes. Looking around the room through the intervals of blonde blotches and smiling. He could stay in there all day.
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"Gene?" She smiled sweetly to him as she walked over. His dark eyes looking up at her soft raven hair and soft mocha eyes. "You look so funny." She smiled at him watching him sit back into the wall from where he had been slouched into a hall chair leaning his head into his hands. "What are you doing hmm?" She smiled at him again, giggling her words out. They had all seemed so concerned, a lot of people she didn't know, weird looking people. Gene had seemed so mad and so.loud, but she had seen Jim. In a short pause when the door opened and shut. She had seen into the room and seen him standing there arguing with someone. He sounded the same, looked the same, and he was arguing. She wasn't worried anymore.
"Nothing." He sighed his answer to her, looking up as she held his face on either side.
"Your worrying about something." She smiled warmly at him, sinking into the chair next to him slowly as his dark eyes ran over the halls. Their hall had next to no traffic, a dead end, and who needed to be in this hall. It was designed for a special purpose, he had read the paper. Domestic violence, psychological trauma, extreme witnesses, such as those to murders and sexual assaults. But it wasn't like he couldn't see the main stream of traffic from where he sat, they were connected to the police building from the hospital weren't they and the halls and sounds proved it. Even if they couldn't be heard inside the white rooms made safe with locking windows, doors, cabinets an sound barrier everything. "Where is Jim?" He blinked fast as she cut through his thoughts. Her mocha eyes watching him glance at her for a moment before answering.
"He's in there." He nodded towards the wall he leaned against watching her glance at the door some seven feet away.
"With who?" She frowned slightly watching him shake his head no. Judith had given special orders Jim could be left alone if he wanted to be. -There was no way he could kill himself in there, and she didn't suspect that he would. She would be right across the hall.- At least, that was the speech he had heard her tell the other doctor and cops, who were all very against her going against regulation. "Well why don't you go see him?" She smiled sweetly at him as he looked up at her. Her mocha eyes frowning slightly as he shook his head no.
"Not now Melfina." He frowned looking across the hall vacantly. Feeling her soft hand run onto his shoulder, before under his chin and to the side of his face away from her. Gently pulling him to look at her.
His dark eyes watching her just smile at him. "Gene, you helped me to, find myself. I am forever with you." She smiled warmly at him, watching him frown almost upset by what she was saying. "But I can still remember, when.I can still remember a night where you didn't want me.once.when, you didn't care that I was there, and you left." She smiled slightly as she spoke. Though she was still upset by what she could remember, and his face flickered to a small frown. He couldn't think when that would have ever been. "You turned around and left me all alone. That was scary, for me Gene. I can't forget it, I try, but I can't." She frowned slightly remembering him talking to Hilda. How cool and *in* he was with Hilda. "But I wasn't really alone Gene." She smiled at him watching him listen to her. "When I turned around, there was someone with me who you had also left for her." She smiled at him as she slowly stood up. Watching his dark eyes look up at her. "Only Jim wasn't scared." She smiled sweetly at him as he frowned up. "Cause he wasn't alone.even if, even if it was just little me there." She frowned at him suddenly. "If anything has changed here Gene. It's you." She watched him continue to frown at her. "I don't know what.I don't understand what has happened." She looked concerned again suddenly. Somehow, there was always something she still didn't understand. The way Gene had yelled and argued and demanded to know what had happened, and how they found Jim and what he was doing. Even when the only one there was her, and he knew she didn't have those answers. It seemed he was trying to ask himself more than anyone else. Trying to find a conclusion for himself. A reason why all of this was allowed to happen. A reason why he wasn't able to stop it. Why Jim wasn't able to stop it. "Don't turn your back on him Gene." She frowned upset suddenly, watching him continue to look at her. "Don't make a, make a mistake just because you, you don't want to look." She watched him blink quickly as her smooth hand ran off his face and back to her side as she took a small step back. "No more worries now, no more Gene." Her soft smile watched him immitate as she stepped back into the hall more. "We are together" She smiled at him warmly, watching his dark eyes follow her as she started down the hall towards the small white room with thick walls and suicide proof everything. His sly features falling to a smile as he watched her disappear. Slowly opening the door before peeking in. Soft raven hair and just her head leaning in slowly before her body fallowed. Cautiously looking for the blonde hair she had known for five years. The one who liked her chocolate cake, pork chops and fish casserole. The one who constantly tore holes in all his shirts and jeans and stained everything he owned with the smell of his hair and motor oil. The one who remembered where they put all their stupid little things lke the batteries, super glue, and extra light bulbs. The only one who could fix the oven when it finally busted every three months. The only one that still had trouble being left alone for long periods of time and was slowly adjusting to Gene moving into her room every couple of days, even thought he wouldn't admit it.
She smiled as she slowly crept into the vacant room, mocha eyes glancing at the bathroom door to the sounds of the shower running. These where the things she thought of when she thought of Jim. All the things she remembered and could envision because those were most like him. His weird habit of walking into the kitchen chair half asleep almost every mourning. As if it was never there. His habit of turning on the tv and just walking off and coming back to switch it back on, after she walked by and turned it off seeing no one there. Then he would do it agian, turn it back on while Gene griped about his wasting money to run the tv and not watch it. Only to growl at a come back referring to its habit of wasting money on beer and getting too drunk to remember. The way he made an -eww I have to eat that?- face when she was half way through cooking meat or fish and it was still coated in flour and eggs and looked almost too disgusting to touch. Grossing him out when he thought she couldn't see but then telling her it looked great when she caught him. Only later finding out he had come in to eat, so he wouldn't have to eat that and left a trail of dirt on the floor and fingerprints on the fridge. "Jim?" She smiled as she neared the bathroom door slowly leaning into it slightly to hear better. "Jim?" She giggled as she spoke louder to speak through the running water. Her smooth features frowning slightly as she heard the small noises from the other side. Most likely the water, but then Jim would have been smart enough to cry underneath it.
Her mocha eyes frowning concerned as she slowly gripped the cool metal handle and pushed the door in an inch. Smiling at the steam that rolled out onto the floor suddenly before stopping. Jumping slightly as the water turned off fast to the sounds of a bottle falling off the counter and a familiar irritated -damnt- on the other side of the thick wood. Her face smiling as she opened her mouth to make her presence known before jumping as the door was yanked from her grasp and opened inward.
He squint lightly, the room was much brighter then the bathroom now filled with steam and dimmed light. His blue eyes looking down at the shirt he was turning right side out as he moved forward. Wet blonde hair and moist skin stepping towards her arguing with his shirt. Wearing gray boxers and baggy blue jeans sliding off him slowly from where he hadn't bothered to do them up yet.
"Jim?" She watched him look up fast, jumping at the sound of her voice. His light features immerging in a tight confused frowned before she jumped. Watching him disappear from her sight as she blinked quickly. Alarmed by the way he panicked. Stumbling into the doorframe while sending her into the chair against the wall with a quick shove. Unaware of who she was, nothing but speaking noise, eyes and black hair in front of him. "Ah!" She squeaked lightly falling back into the chair, looking up at him alarmed.
Blue eyes blinking hard, looking at her before stepping forward fast. Unaware of the way her eyes frowned alarmed by the strength of his hand running into her hair. "Black." He whisphered it absorbed in the raven strains running over his fingers as he pulled them outward, looking at them. Blue eyes suddenly smiling at her, couching down in front of her. Almost oblivious to the tight pained look that ran over his face as he did it. Blue eyes completely ecstatic with the dark color of her hair and soft eyes. "Melfina? Mel? Melfina." He grinned, her name running out of his mouth as if to verify she was really there. Blue eyes laughing slightly as she started nodding.
"Yes Jim." She smiled slowly, watching him calm down as he laughed unsteadily at her. Her face smiling warmly at his touch. Strong light hand running onto her hip from where he crouched directly in front of her delicate figure. Blue eyes blinking slightly as she ran a hand onto his face. Slowly letting it trace over his ear and into his warm wet hair.
"Mel? Mel you." He trailed, grinning at her. His chest picking up fast, breathing hard as if he had run miles to reach her, miles to find her. "You helped me. You saved me from him. How did you? How did you find me Mel? How did you know where I was?" She frowned fast, looking down at the blue eyes gapping up at her. In disbelief but eternally grateful she was the one who had appeared and took him from the blue van, the cold floor and bad things. He knew it. He remembered her black hair, the good smell. That was Melfina "That was you. I saw you, saw you." She blinked, confused upset tones running over her face as she looked down. He was gripping her tighter now. His voice running out in upset raspy tones. Blue eyes rushing with tears of gratitude and unsteady relief he had really gotten away.
"No, I didn't Jim." She shook her head lightly not understanding what he meant. Watching him blink hard and confused by her statement. "I was worried about you." She frowned reassuring him, watching his face gap utterly confused by her comment.
"No Mel." He choked his whisper at her. Ignoring the light tears that ran down his face. "I saw you. I saw.I saw *you* there." He shook his head no at her fast, arguing with the silent raven strains that were slowly telling him no as she moved her head back and forth. Letting her hand run over his forehead into his hair to brush it back. "But I saw you!" He cried suddenly. "You helped me!" She pulled her hands to her chest as he stood up. Blue eyes shaking no at her as he blinked unsteadily taking a small step back before pulling his jeans up. Still not making and move to fix them or get his shirt which he had dropped.
"Jim." She frowned concerned, slowly standing up. "You, well maybe you...you were dreaming. I was home, with Gene." She frowned softly, and he got upset as she told him what he saw was not real.
"Nooo." He sobbed at her suddenly, taking a quick step back as she reached for him. "I saw you! You *touched* me! I could *smell* you!" He frowned at her upset, ignoring the tears on his face. The warm salt water running to his chin as he shook his head confused. "HOW ELSE DID I?"
She jumped at his upset scream. Her mocha eyes falling to a upset hurt expression. "How else did you what?" She whisphered watching him blink fast as he swallowed to her question.
"How else did I get away! How else did I run, how else did.you did." She frowned watching his face disappear as he looked down shaking his head no. Why was she lying to him? Maybe he was wrong. But he had seen her, he had smelled her. If that really wasn't her, what else was real and what else was a dream? Maybe he wasn't really in a van, maybe.he wasn't really even there. "Ahha"
He choked as she touched him. Firmly running her hands to either of his shoulders watching his whole body shake to a faltering stop as she did it fast. "I am sorry Jim." She shook her head no quickly as he looked up at her confused. "I forgot that I, that I." She trailed watching him blink upset. Hands away from himself as if scared to touch anything and ready to fight. "I *did* help you." She watched him start blinking quicker as she suddenly smiled . His light face moving around absolutely confused and upset. -First she didn't, now she did!? I must be going crazy, I am crazy.- "Jim?" She frowned slightly, moving her hands as he didn't make eye contact for a couple of moments. "Did you hear what I said?" She blinked upset. "I did, did help you." She nodded as he looked back at her.
"Yes?" He choked a small question at her watching her nod.
She nodded softly "Yes. I did." A warm smile spreading over her face with his fast relieved swallow. -If she was there maybe he wasn't crazy.-
"Why?" He frowned slightly "How did you." He trailed shaking his head no confused as he slowly stepped back. Feeling the cool white pain of the wall brush against his shoulder blades, but she only stepped forward with him. Looking at him dead on because they were almost the same height. He was a little taller.
"Because I made fish casserole and pork chops." She frowned slightly at him, watching him make a sharp confused expression. "And I know you like them." She smiled, watching one side of his mouth slowly start to grin as he choked a small laugh. She came looking for him because he was missing the dinner he liked? "And cause I." She looked down, thinking of all the reasons she would have helped him. "Cause I wanted you home.and cause, because I didn't like to see Gene and Danny so upset and cause I missed.you there and cause.there isn't enough to do a dark wash without you, and Gene needed his jeans." She shook her head watching him grin as he listened, leaning against the wall tired. Her mocha eyes slowly nodding. Yes those were the reasons. "There are still pork chops in the fridge and Gene didn't eat all the casserole." She smiled at him watching him choke another small sound as he. Blue eyes loosing her slurred wet image from sight as he leaned forward to her words. Feeling her soft white shirt and thin arms move around his back. Soft hand directing the back of his head into her shoulder and neck as she hugged him. "I think also because you left your car out front." She frowned slightly now, thinking. Jim didn't like anyone driving it and leaving it out there it was bound to get stripped or vandalized.
"AH did you?" She felt his fast mumble into her shoulder. "Did you move.. Move it Mel?" She smiled feeling him relax slightly as she nodded.
"Yes Danniella did it." She felt him smile underneath her. Danny was horrible at driving it, she didn't like the way the petals worked and she didn't like the blinker switch so she moved it in fast stop and go motions. "She did a good job too, don't tease her." She giggled softly feeling him smile. Probably thinking about how Danny would have been laughing so hard jerking the car around she could have driven into the wall. Then died laughing that she such a stupid thing before getting upset she had messed the headlights or something.
She heard him sniffle hard as she slowly started pulling back, mocha eye heading towards his shirt which was on the floor. "Where is?" She glanced at his small mumble. Looking back at his shirt as she reached for it as he tried to wipe the tears off his face. "Danny? Where is she?" He was frowning concerned when she looked back up. Blue eyes trying to read hints off her, he knew she would have known. And Danny talked to her, Dan had said before she liked Mel and loved talking with her about woman stuff. Whatever that meant, he didn't ask or want to know in detail.
"Outside." She smiled warmly at him, giggling lightly as she looked down at his shirt and quickly turned it right side out in one motion. "Waiting."
"Where outside?" He frowned at her again. Watching her think as she started moving back to where he was. Just leaning against the wall watching her -I don't know- small shrug. "Did, is there a guy with her? A guy with bright.." He trailed lightly motioning at his hair as he took his shirt from her. Still keeping eye contract. "Bright.green.teal hair?" He frowned watching her eyes think as they listened to him before shaking no.
"No. She was with me and then she left because Gene was arguing with someone with teal hair." His face tighened immediatly. Who knew what they were arguing about. "But she said she wanted to be alone some, so I don't, don't know where she is now Jim. I don't have any idea." She watched him frown concerned, upset and irritated all in one as he shoved his hand through the holes in his shirt before ripping it on over his head. Blue eyes doing a fast sniffle as they looked down at their pants.
"Where is everyone else?" She frowned at his strained tone as she watched him. Moving his hands gingerly but still managing to argue with the fly of his jeans. Leaning forward slightly as he tried to put it together before standing back up. Bushing as he made eye contact with her. "Could you." He trailed, her mocha eyes watching him glance around the room for something he could send her to get, before stopping back on her face as she smiled warmly turning around.
"Mmm Gene is in the hall, you would laugh if you saw him." She giggled slightly remembering how the outlaw was slouched into his chair as if he were being forced to wait hours while nothing was accomplished. Her eyes frowning slightly to the pained -I would laugh?- from behind her to the small sound of the zipper moving up some. "Yes." She whisphered looking down upset. He must have been in some pain behind her, her eyes cringing hard, trying to ignore how forcefully she could hear him breathing and focus on what she was saying. "the tall.dark man and two girls, one...mm Iris?.I think." She frowned, that was her name wasn't it? "Left about two, two hours ago." Her soft lips pressed together hard as she looked down, she felt horrible.
"Mel!" She jumped hard, gasping air fast as he snapped her name. "Keep talking, I like to, I want to hear it." She closed her eyes, cringing to how pained and cracked his voice was as he groaned at her to take his mind off the pain he was causing.
"A, a, Aisha was outside waiting too but, I think Tyler was getting to loud so she. She went outside." The room ran back into view as she opened her eyes slowly. "Aisha mentioned something about getting in touch with Suzuka to help manage things if.but we don't know where she is now." She frowned staring down at her thin fingers and hands held tightly to her chest. "Alright?.Jim?" She glanced up at the wall in front of her, her voice running out slow and timid as always. Hearing his hard sigh and soft movement. A mumbled yes running to her as she slowly turned around. Interrupting how fast he was trying to get the tears off his face and hopefully beat her slow turning. Blue eyes looking at her exhausted and half open from where he leaned into the wall. Breathing rough and slow from the easing pain as he watching her look back at him upset.
"You said Gene was in the hall?" He groaned at her, watching her nod as she took a small step towards him. "How long does he.How long is he going to stay there?" He frowned at her. Confused by how Gene was always reported to be still out there waiting. "Why doesn't he go home and eat or." He trailed shaking his head no absently at her. Cast down mocha eyes only smiling slightly before glancing back up at him.
"Do you want him to?" She watched him swallow hard to her question. "I'll tell him Jim if, is that what you want? Him to do?" She frowned watching him just look at her. No that wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want Gene to drive some fifteen minutes away. But he didn't want him to stay there, stay in the hall so close to him. So he could hear him if he screamed or see him if he cried. Not when Gene was already disgusted with him. Not when he had already told him it was disgusting, and he had failed. "Jim?" She frowned slightly as he didn't answer, usually Jim answered quickly. Always had some type of plan or idea of what he wanted.
"Gene won't look at me." She blinked fast, watching him quickly choke his words at her. Blue eyes rushing with tears again as he frowned, fighting it. "Won't." She frowned watching his head shake no for a split second. "Melfina he came in here.." His voice cracked hard, his throat swallowing fast to fix it. "Looked at me." His mind cringed, even he didn't want to look at himself. It was disgusting, he was disgusting. Looked so much like he used to when he used to look down. Now below the tight strong muscles and sweet abs were the old welts and scars. The same small light body he hated but was stuck in. "I shouldn't have had him sstaaaay." His chest did a small jump before his quick sob. As if the tense hard way it was breathing the entire time the blue eyes looked down at itself, it was holding it in but failed. "AHhhhaa Meeeelah." She felt him cry hard as she stepped back up to him. His shaky strong arms grabbing onto her hard and squeezing. Her soft lips pressing together to keep in the small amount of pain he was causing. It was better he felt he could stay where he was, then for her to be able to fill her lungs entirely.
"I am going to go find Danny for you." She whisphered feeling him continue to sob and cry into her as he hung on. She was the wrong one for this. She had a feeling she accidentally said the wrong thing and brought this out somehow. Accidentally released the feelings behind a button Jim was holding onto very tightly. His head shook no immediately. "Jim. I am not the one." She frowned as she looked down listening to his mumbled.
"Ahha I couldn't do it for Danny theen, noow I don't know what I am gonnnnaaaa dooo, that stupid son of a biitttchhh." She frowned at his swears, feeling him hiccup. "AHhow Oooww" He cringed hard suddenly as she moved back, shoving him off her. Even if he didn't want to let go she was the wrong one. If he had to say this. She had a feeling it would be once and Danny was going to miss out on what would help her fix what had happened.
"Shhh just wait one, wait one little minute." She cooed watching him cry quietly to himself as he leaned into the wall. His hands falling back to his sides as she pulled back before they rose up to his face rubbing his eyes to a hard ahhhh from behind her as she opened the door and quickly left. Mocha eyes falling on the unruly red hair that looked at her as she came out. Frowning hard as it caught her upset air with a silence that stopped talking to the familiar Mrs. Miller who seemed to know both of them so well. "Please could." She trailed lightly watching them both stop to look at her. Her mocha eyes remaining on the worn soft face. "Jim may need some." She trailed shaking her head absently, she didn't know what Jim needed. No, not really, just that Danny should be the one that listened to it and not her. The thin gray hair nodding immediately, quickly heading towards the door as the scarred hand grabbed her arm. Dark eyes frowning at her, shooting her an indirect -what does Jim need her for?- "You." She frowned her snap at him, pulling her arm gently from him. "Shame on you Gene." She watched his frown disappear to a confused blink. Her upset mocha eyes sending him uncertain, upset, confused, scolding because something he had said or done had upset Jim very much.
She opened her mouth to Daniella whom she spotted behind the outlaw some five or so feet before silencing. Moving slightly as the now off duty small spaghetti strapped white dress started for the room quickly after catching the older female doctor disappear inside. Her mocha eyes turning back to the outlaw who stood inches from her body just looking at her. Watching her mocha eyes turn back up to him upset, but not. Slowly stepping forward and hugging him. Thin figure falling into his scarred chest fast and hanging on for guidance and safety. Squeezing him as hard as she could, so his lungs couldn't fill all the way.
