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Malcolm stared at sickbays walls, trying desperately to stay awake.
"Malcolm why don't you try and sleep, it's been at least twenty-four hours since you last slept and it would be good for you" Doctor Phlox pressed. "If you're having trouble I could give you something to help?"
Malcolm shook his head vehemently. "No, no don't want to sleep" He said unconvincingly.
'How can I tell him that everytime I sleep I remember what my father put me through?' Malcolm thought miserably 'If I don't sleep I wont have to relive it, then I wont remember it.'
He was being irrational and he knew it, but sleep for him was not healing, it brought the terrors of his tortured past back up into his foggy mind. Although he couldn't remember the details the next morning, he always awoke terrified. He stared around at the security posted around sickbay, most looking bored or looking away from him, seemingly embarrassed at being there.
'So you're a wanted man, for something you can't even remember.' He thought 'Isn't that just brilliant. So now you get to be surrounded by yet more familiar faces with no names who expect you to know them. Absolutely fan- bloody-tastic! Why don't they just let the bastard kill me and go on with their lives?!"
Suddenly an image of a foot stamping down on his ankle sprang to mind. He clutched his head in panic. His head began throbbing horribly even more so than before. Sickbay doors opened, he tensed as security checked who it was before letting them enter.
"Hi Malcolm" said a young woman.
'She's really pretty' Malcolm thought 'Now if the room could stop spinning I might be able to think who she is!'
"Do you remember me?" she asked hopefully.
That question again. He was learning quickly to hate that question. It was always followed by a shake of his head and the person in question looking distraught and disappointed. He hated that look, he hated being pitied, people feeling sorry for him, he didn't want people to feel sorry for him.
"No-sorry" He replied sadly
"Oh" her face fell "I'm Hoshi Sato, one of your friends."
"Hi Hoshi" he said trying to ignore the throbbing in his head. "What brings you here?"
'Oh that's brilliant, be rude! Fabulous, Malcolm! Turn everyone against you, fantastic strategy!' He thought biting his tongue.
"I came to see you" said Hoshi "I wanted to know if you were ok!"
"Well despite someones best efforts I am" He replied feigning cheerfulness. "Alive and almost kicking!"
Hoshi smiled slightly. "I guess you don't remember anything then?" she asked quietly.
"Maybe I don't want to remember!" he erupted suddenly startling everyone "Maybe I don't want to be the person I once was! Maybe I don't want to know all I used to know! Have you ever thought there are things in my past I'd rather forget but am now remembering? No you haven't no one has! Im just poor little Malcolm! Witness to a murder he cant remember! Oh the poor thing lets ask him the SAME BLOODY QUESTION SIX MILLION BLOODY TIMES! I have no idea who you people are! Nothing has changed since fools asked me if I remembered them five minutes ago!"
He stopped and took a deep breath.
"And now I have a massive headache" He whispered.
Silence fell. Hoshi was frozen at his bedside. Suddenly she turned tail and abruptly left. Doctor Phlox was hovering nearby.
'And the worlds biggest prize git goes to Malcolm Red.no.OH F'CRYIN' OUT LOUD! Reed! That's it! For his spectacular outburst on a poor defenceless.friend? Who just came to see how he was! Lets all revel in his stupidity!' he thought bitterly.
Doctor Phlox came over and injected him with something. Too late Malcolm realised what he was doing and fell into a deep slumber.
'He tried to ignore the whispering girls in front of him. One was the new girl, she'd moved down from Yorkshire, the other hated him with a vengeance- most of the kids did.
"Who's that?" the new girl asked pointing straight at him and smiling.
He blushed and lowered his eyes back down to book, still listening intently to their conversation.
"Oh that's Malcolm Reed" Amy replied "He's a nobody, he's really weird."
The new girl stared at her.
"Well I think I can make up my own mind about that!" she said haughtily.
She strode over to him and held out her hand.
"Hi Malcolm, I'm Hannah Tarry. Nice to meet you" she said smiling.
He took her hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you to" He said trying not to blush. "You better go with Amy, you wont make friends if you hang out with me"
Her green eyes flashed
"Unlike most people, I'm not a sheep and I prefer to make up my own mind!" she announced "My mum always says its better to be an individual! If other people can't hack that let 'em stew in their own juices!"
He sat back stunned. With her broad accent the more annoyed she got the harder she was to understand but he thought he got the gist of it.
"Oh, er, ok" he said uncertainly.
She flicked her long black hair over her shoulder.
"See ya later Malcolm" she said before returning to Amy's side who was stood motionless.
He shook his head. She'd change her mind about him soon. No one wanted to ever be friends with him, not any more.'
Malcolm's eyes opened. He felt confused, his head was still throbbing, but for the first time he remembered what he'd been dreaming about. A girl, with black hair, green eyes and a broad Yorkshire accent who went by the name of Hannah Tarry.
~*~Ok hope ya like! I'm not sure where this is going but I wanted him to remember something that was an almost nice memory. Anyhoo more to come soon!~*~
Malcolm stared at sickbays walls, trying desperately to stay awake.
"Malcolm why don't you try and sleep, it's been at least twenty-four hours since you last slept and it would be good for you" Doctor Phlox pressed. "If you're having trouble I could give you something to help?"
Malcolm shook his head vehemently. "No, no don't want to sleep" He said unconvincingly.
'How can I tell him that everytime I sleep I remember what my father put me through?' Malcolm thought miserably 'If I don't sleep I wont have to relive it, then I wont remember it.'
He was being irrational and he knew it, but sleep for him was not healing, it brought the terrors of his tortured past back up into his foggy mind. Although he couldn't remember the details the next morning, he always awoke terrified. He stared around at the security posted around sickbay, most looking bored or looking away from him, seemingly embarrassed at being there.
'So you're a wanted man, for something you can't even remember.' He thought 'Isn't that just brilliant. So now you get to be surrounded by yet more familiar faces with no names who expect you to know them. Absolutely fan- bloody-tastic! Why don't they just let the bastard kill me and go on with their lives?!"
Suddenly an image of a foot stamping down on his ankle sprang to mind. He clutched his head in panic. His head began throbbing horribly even more so than before. Sickbay doors opened, he tensed as security checked who it was before letting them enter.
"Hi Malcolm" said a young woman.
'She's really pretty' Malcolm thought 'Now if the room could stop spinning I might be able to think who she is!'
"Do you remember me?" she asked hopefully.
That question again. He was learning quickly to hate that question. It was always followed by a shake of his head and the person in question looking distraught and disappointed. He hated that look, he hated being pitied, people feeling sorry for him, he didn't want people to feel sorry for him.
"No-sorry" He replied sadly
"Oh" her face fell "I'm Hoshi Sato, one of your friends."
"Hi Hoshi" he said trying to ignore the throbbing in his head. "What brings you here?"
'Oh that's brilliant, be rude! Fabulous, Malcolm! Turn everyone against you, fantastic strategy!' He thought biting his tongue.
"I came to see you" said Hoshi "I wanted to know if you were ok!"
"Well despite someones best efforts I am" He replied feigning cheerfulness. "Alive and almost kicking!"
Hoshi smiled slightly. "I guess you don't remember anything then?" she asked quietly.
"Maybe I don't want to remember!" he erupted suddenly startling everyone "Maybe I don't want to be the person I once was! Maybe I don't want to know all I used to know! Have you ever thought there are things in my past I'd rather forget but am now remembering? No you haven't no one has! Im just poor little Malcolm! Witness to a murder he cant remember! Oh the poor thing lets ask him the SAME BLOODY QUESTION SIX MILLION BLOODY TIMES! I have no idea who you people are! Nothing has changed since fools asked me if I remembered them five minutes ago!"
He stopped and took a deep breath.
"And now I have a massive headache" He whispered.
Silence fell. Hoshi was frozen at his bedside. Suddenly she turned tail and abruptly left. Doctor Phlox was hovering nearby.
'And the worlds biggest prize git goes to Malcolm Red.no.OH F'CRYIN' OUT LOUD! Reed! That's it! For his spectacular outburst on a poor defenceless.friend? Who just came to see how he was! Lets all revel in his stupidity!' he thought bitterly.
Doctor Phlox came over and injected him with something. Too late Malcolm realised what he was doing and fell into a deep slumber.
'He tried to ignore the whispering girls in front of him. One was the new girl, she'd moved down from Yorkshire, the other hated him with a vengeance- most of the kids did.
"Who's that?" the new girl asked pointing straight at him and smiling.
He blushed and lowered his eyes back down to book, still listening intently to their conversation.
"Oh that's Malcolm Reed" Amy replied "He's a nobody, he's really weird."
The new girl stared at her.
"Well I think I can make up my own mind about that!" she said haughtily.
She strode over to him and held out her hand.
"Hi Malcolm, I'm Hannah Tarry. Nice to meet you" she said smiling.
He took her hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you to" He said trying not to blush. "You better go with Amy, you wont make friends if you hang out with me"
Her green eyes flashed
"Unlike most people, I'm not a sheep and I prefer to make up my own mind!" she announced "My mum always says its better to be an individual! If other people can't hack that let 'em stew in their own juices!"
He sat back stunned. With her broad accent the more annoyed she got the harder she was to understand but he thought he got the gist of it.
"Oh, er, ok" he said uncertainly.
She flicked her long black hair over her shoulder.
"See ya later Malcolm" she said before returning to Amy's side who was stood motionless.
He shook his head. She'd change her mind about him soon. No one wanted to ever be friends with him, not any more.'
Malcolm's eyes opened. He felt confused, his head was still throbbing, but for the first time he remembered what he'd been dreaming about. A girl, with black hair, green eyes and a broad Yorkshire accent who went by the name of Hannah Tarry.
~*~Ok hope ya like! I'm not sure where this is going but I wanted him to remember something that was an almost nice memory. Anyhoo more to come soon!~*~