Hey guys! I'm sorry I took so long to get this chapter up! I've been
REALLY busy with homecoming and class parties AND we're having some people
stay over soon, soooo...I've been short on time. It pry doesn't help I
have like three stories going at the same time, both her and on
Fictionpress. *shrugs* Thanks to all my reviewers! I appreciate you
SOOOO much! I didn't think I'd get any reviews and I was really surprised
and I just love you all! *gathers everyone into a group hug*
Ayesen: Aww, thanx! Lots of people don't like how I try to portray Farf as anyone but a blender loving psycho. Thank you for you review and for your support!
Heaven Star: Eep! *hides* I never meant to insult you! Hehe - I can see this one MY dad saying that to a boyfriend. *shakes head* So embarrassing... Haha, I realized that I needed Farf to drive, but when I thought about it, why in the world would he be able to operate a vehicle of any kind? So I just decided, Schu's not exactly a law abiding type of person, and he probably gets bored whenever he's not killing, so I thought, "It'd be funny if he just took Farf out one day and taught him to drive..." Ta da! And that's how my mind works! lol Keep reviewing! ^_^
Misura: Well, I've noticed in a lot of fanfics involving girls and their falling for the slightly shady guys, the parents sort of sit back and are like, "Well, Honey, you're dating someone who I have no idea whether they are going to respect you or drag you back into an alley and rape you, but you just go out and have fun!" And the girls are like, "I don't care what you think mom - I don't care what anyone thinks because all I need is him!" Ok, so sometimes life is like that, but Bonnie is from a Christian home and her family is more conservative. It bugs me when teenage characters are just given free reign and their parents smile and nod their heads. It's not realistic if they come from a good family. Anyhow, I also figured Farfarello would call for Crawford because even if he is upset with him, Crawford is still the one in charge and who else is he going to call? lol Thank you for your compliments - they mean so much and they're just so wonderful! Thank you and please review this chapter as well ~_^
Fortunata: *hops around excitedly* Wooooooow! That was one of the best reviews I've gotten in a while! I just don't know what to say...WOOOOW! Thanks for saying it's not fluffy and it's interesting instead, and I'm glad it's not confusing! *sniffle* The world is cruel...and in Bonnie's case, some people don't realize it until a certain crucial experience. Review again! ^_^
F@l@pino H@ter Sl@yer: Well, read and see out what happens to our poor Kenken!
Kamazova: Actually, I'm a sophmore in high school. lol Wow, I feel young. Anyhow, sorry I have a self-centered need for reviews but my writing thrives on them. Haha. Anyhow, yes, those rules that Bonnie has to follow are basically the same for me, except perhaps a little looser. I don't date a psycho, after all. You'll see what happens to Ken when you read!
Greenbug67: Revive and read! Thanks for the review! lol
Angry Blood Sister: Yeah, school's a real pain. I'm all tangled up in a million commitments right about now. Anyhow, what happens to Ken is to be explained in the next few chapters... I'll keep writing and you keep reviewing!
Yami Kauso: Oh, well, yes, perhaps Farf is a little out of character sometime - but I can't help myself! lol Anyhow, I hope you keep reviewing future chapters - thanks!
Jessica: *gushes* Awww...thank you! I'll try and start updating more frequently.
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Bonnie felt slightly out of place in the hospital waiting rooms. She knew Ken, and she did work with him, but they were not close friends - barely even acquaintances - and now, to be here with all the people who were most like his family...waiting to see if he would pull through...
She felt ridiculous.
Farfarello seemed the least concerned of them all, she noticed, which irked her a bit, for when she had imagined her boyfriend in the past, he had been both caring and sensitive. Farfarello was showing neither quality, instead concentrating on jamming his crumpled money into the vending machine and pounding his fist against the thick plastic when it refused to accept his offering. In her mind, the ideal boyfriend worried for his friends and showed at least a little sympathy when they ended up in the hospital with mysterious wounds.
Instead, Farfarello ate.
She walked over to where he stood, leaving the comfort of the group huddled about the couches and chairs. Mikazuki, Ken's girlfriend, had rushed over upon hearing the news and was sitting with Omi and Nagi in silence while Yohji and Crawford drank coffee and read magazines. Aya, who was feeling very authoritative and protective of his younger ex-teammate, and Schuldig, who was just plain impatient and uncomfortable in the hospital, had both gone to talk to the doctors.
"Bonnie," he sighed, exasperated when she drew up beside him, "gimme some money."
"I will - when you ask politely for it." His shocked glance in her direction exhibited his surprise. She ignored it, saying instead, "Aren't you even a little concerned about Ken?"
"Hn," he grunted, scrounging around in his deep pockets for loose change. "He's lived through worse. It's not that bad."
Bonnie put her hands on her hips, demanding, "How can you say that?! You found him passed out in his bedroom and bleeding all over the place!"
Farfarello thought for a moment, briefly considering telling her that he personally had ripped Ken up and even, upon one occasion, had smashed his head repeatedly into a stone column, but decided to hold his tongue.
"It just makes me wonder..." Bonnie had opened up her wallet and pulled out the correct amount of money for the vending machines. Taking his hand and facing it skyward, she placed it in his palm and pressed it firmly there, clasping his hand between hers in a moment of uncertainty. "How can you not care about this sort of thing? Would you care if it was me?"
His face showed fickle emotions, words fighting to escape his mouth and feelings struggling to surface. Standing there with her warm fingers curling over his, he didn't know what to say or do or even think. True, he wasn't worried about Ken, but what if it were Bonnie?
"Geesh," she spat, disgusted by his lack of response. "Just get your stupid candy bar!" And with that, she stalked away.
It was dark outside, and the artificial lights had a sickly pure glare that lit everything on a white fire. Bonnie squinted in frustration as she flopped down in the seat beside Mikazuki and demanded impatiently, "Where's Aya? And what about Schuldig?"
Omi shrugged.
Bonnie leaned back in her seat and frowned, glancing furtively at Farfarello, who was gnawing on a piece of chocolate and unabashedly staring at her.
At that moment, the double doors swung open and Schuldig emerged grimly, blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on the group and then closed wearily, shaking his head.
Yohji leapt to his feet as Omi tensed. Brad folded up his newspaper and set it in his lap while Mikazuki instinctively grasped at Bonnie's hand, who, in turn, was holding her breath.
"I'm...sorry," Schuldig murmured falteringly, slowly drifting over to where they all sat, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze shot down to the floor. "Ken didn't make it."
Omi's eyes widened as he gasped in horror. "Ken-kun...he can't be!"
"No..." Mikazuki whispered, tears flooding her eyes.
Meanwhile, feeling numb, Bonnie turned her head and stared dazedly at Farfarello to see his reaction. He seemed just as lost as she, as if he was having trouble processing the information.
Yohji's long legs began to quake, no longer able to hold him up, and he collapsed back into his chair. Omi was sobbing inconsolably and mewling Ken's name while Mikazuki shook her head furiously, refusing to accept it.
And then, Brad, the voice of reason, spoke dryly. "Schuldig, are you on the verge of laughing? Or are the emotions getting to you?"
Indeed, Schuldig's lips were curling into a smirk, his eyes sparkling with either tears or amusement.
Omi stopped crying and Yohji lifted his head exhaustedly, whilst Mikazuki froze with her hands clutching at her face, seeming to be listening.
But before any further comments could be made, the double doors swung open once more and Aya emerged, deadpan as usual. From behind him, a frazzled voice piped up.
"What's wrong?"
"Ken-kun!" Omi launched himself at the other man in exuberance, laughing hysterically in his joy. He threw his arms around the recently released patient, knocking him back against the wall as he hugged him tightly and sobbed in relief.
Ken winced, but did not push the boy away. "What did I miss?"
"Schuldig told us you were dead!" Bonnie cried, to which the redhead raised a hand and proclaimed in amusement, "Guilty!"
"Guilty ye are," Farfarello growled, sauntering over.
"That was sadistic!" Mikazuki cried out, rising to approach her boyfriend and lingering near him, inspecting the bandages wrapped about his head.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Ken stated cheerfully. "Just a little knock to the head. No concussion. I'm fine!"
Schuldig led the way outside with the others in tow, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he smiled to himself. It'd been a while since he did anything vaguely cruel, and something as harmless as this was fun. It was hard to stop torturing people cold turkey, and now that his deed was accomplished...
Schuldig felt naughty.
He turned to look at the others with a sly grin, and then, quietly, "So, Ken, how'd this happen now? Did you drop a pencil under the dresser and bump your head trying to retrieve it like last time?"
"No!" the soccer player retorted sharply. "Someone mugged me!" He paused as he ducked down to get in the back seat of the car, the others still gathered around him to listen intently to his tale. "I was in my room and someone just came out of the shadows and clubbed me! They must've heard Farfarello come in and left in a hurry, because I swear I was only out a few seconds before he found me."
"Did they take anything?" Crawford asked in a low voice.
Farfarello shook his head, eye narrowing.
Bonnie was perplexed by the information. Why would someone hurt Ken for no reason? And why did Crawford and Aya suddenly appear so tense, so angry...?
As she opened the door to her car and climbed into the driver's seat, she noticed that Farfarello was climbing in on the passenger's side, a surprising sight. "What are you doing?" she asked, wondering if he had any idea how rude it was to just expect someone to give you a ride.
"I wanted to be wit' ye," he said softly, in such an uncharacteristic tone she dropped her keys. Fumbling to pick them back up, she vaguely realized her expression resembled that of a dead goldfish's. "Let's go get some ice cream," he suggested.
"Ok," she murmured, pulling out of the parking lot with a sigh. Ice cream sounded good.
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They sat in a car and licked their respective ice cream cones in silence. Farfarello finished first and hastily ate the crisp cone, and then turned to stare hungrily at hers. Never one to deny someone something they wanted, and being one who generally pleases, she noticed his longing and reluctantly offered him a taste.
Which morphed into four, huge bites.
She sighed, shook her head, and handed what was left over to him. "I'm gonna go throw away these napkins."
"I'll go too." Farfarello followed as she exited, his wide strides forcing her to trail behind at his heels like a puppy dog. As she bent over the trash can, he caught her free hand and held it tight, only looking away when she smiled in his direction.
It was a nice moment, Bonnie decided. Farfarello's large hand enfolded hers, and she felt the raised scars and calluses standing out on his skin, somehow comforting. He was no stranger to hard work and a harsh life and it made her feel safe, like he could handle anything thrown their way. Plus, it was the first gesture he had made towards her in affection - well, since the time he had kissed her on the cheek the night of Megan's death.
They were walking back to the car when he saw the dark vehicle turn the corner, slow, and roll down the window ominously. Geesh, he thought to himself, lazily shoving Bonnie to the ground and ignoring her scream, the thing with Ken wasn't a coincidence...
"Farfarello! What are you - ?!" Bonnie's cry was cut short as he threw himself over her and a spray of bullets screamed their way.
Farfarello rolled off the girl, leapt to his feet with the agility of a cat, and dashed towards the car, narrowly avoiding the other bullets aimed at him. He was here, there, and springing towards the open window before whoever was inside could retaliate. His fist smashed through the glass and shattered it into huge shards and splinters, raining down on whoever was inside. The car jerked forward, the passengers screaming curses at him, and the faceless assailants screeched away.
Farfarello inspected his bloody fist. It was almost eerie nowadays to see the torn skin and the scarlet fluid pouring over his fingers and too feel nothing at all. "Bonnie," he said quietly, turning to look at where she lay. "We're in danger here."
The girl looked up at him from where she was sprawled on the ground, tears in her eyes. "Farfarello," she whispered, and shakily tried to sit up, only to glance down at her shoulder and feel immediately faint. A bullet had pierced her flesh and left a nasty tear. The blood pouring over her skin in mass amounts was sickeningly warm. She began to tremble, feeling as if she was going into shock, and, still shaking, she looked to the older man for guidance.
He wordlessly knelt beside her and gathered her up into his arms. As she whimpered fearfully, he shakily cooed little reassurances, his golden eye darting all over the place frantically. If it were Brad or Nagi or Schuldig, he would not be so concerned, but Bonnie... Bonnie wasn't a hardened assassin - she was a little girl with a low pain tolerance.
"I'm on the verge of passing out," she warned him. "You're voice sounds really far away, and my vision...it's all fuzzy..."
"Don't fall asleep," he growled, laying her across the back seat of the car. "Count fer me in Spanish." He knew the language didn't come as naturally to her as Japanese and English.
She shifted a little and felt the car jerk forward, her arm lying limply across her stomach. Woozily, she began to obey, "Uno, dos, tres..."
He disregarded every scanty rule that Schuldig had taught him about driving and peeled off down the road back towards the hospital. "Keep counting," he commanded.
But Bonnie felt herself slipping. "Cuatro, cinco, seis," she murmured, eyelids drooping shut. She hated this feeling of lingering in between consciousness and unconsciousness, disliked being only half awake and rather dizzy and shaking all over. "Siete, ocho...nueve...diez..." She let herself go and sunk into velvety darkness, sighing deeply.
"Bonnie?"
There was no answer.
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Review!
Ayesen: Aww, thanx! Lots of people don't like how I try to portray Farf as anyone but a blender loving psycho. Thank you for you review and for your support!
Heaven Star: Eep! *hides* I never meant to insult you! Hehe - I can see this one MY dad saying that to a boyfriend. *shakes head* So embarrassing... Haha, I realized that I needed Farf to drive, but when I thought about it, why in the world would he be able to operate a vehicle of any kind? So I just decided, Schu's not exactly a law abiding type of person, and he probably gets bored whenever he's not killing, so I thought, "It'd be funny if he just took Farf out one day and taught him to drive..." Ta da! And that's how my mind works! lol Keep reviewing! ^_^
Misura: Well, I've noticed in a lot of fanfics involving girls and their falling for the slightly shady guys, the parents sort of sit back and are like, "Well, Honey, you're dating someone who I have no idea whether they are going to respect you or drag you back into an alley and rape you, but you just go out and have fun!" And the girls are like, "I don't care what you think mom - I don't care what anyone thinks because all I need is him!" Ok, so sometimes life is like that, but Bonnie is from a Christian home and her family is more conservative. It bugs me when teenage characters are just given free reign and their parents smile and nod their heads. It's not realistic if they come from a good family. Anyhow, I also figured Farfarello would call for Crawford because even if he is upset with him, Crawford is still the one in charge and who else is he going to call? lol Thank you for your compliments - they mean so much and they're just so wonderful! Thank you and please review this chapter as well ~_^
Fortunata: *hops around excitedly* Wooooooow! That was one of the best reviews I've gotten in a while! I just don't know what to say...WOOOOW! Thanks for saying it's not fluffy and it's interesting instead, and I'm glad it's not confusing! *sniffle* The world is cruel...and in Bonnie's case, some people don't realize it until a certain crucial experience. Review again! ^_^
F@l@pino H@ter Sl@yer: Well, read and see out what happens to our poor Kenken!
Kamazova: Actually, I'm a sophmore in high school. lol Wow, I feel young. Anyhow, sorry I have a self-centered need for reviews but my writing thrives on them. Haha. Anyhow, yes, those rules that Bonnie has to follow are basically the same for me, except perhaps a little looser. I don't date a psycho, after all. You'll see what happens to Ken when you read!
Greenbug67: Revive and read! Thanks for the review! lol
Angry Blood Sister: Yeah, school's a real pain. I'm all tangled up in a million commitments right about now. Anyhow, what happens to Ken is to be explained in the next few chapters... I'll keep writing and you keep reviewing!
Yami Kauso: Oh, well, yes, perhaps Farf is a little out of character sometime - but I can't help myself! lol Anyhow, I hope you keep reviewing future chapters - thanks!
Jessica: *gushes* Awww...thank you! I'll try and start updating more frequently.
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Bonnie felt slightly out of place in the hospital waiting rooms. She knew Ken, and she did work with him, but they were not close friends - barely even acquaintances - and now, to be here with all the people who were most like his family...waiting to see if he would pull through...
She felt ridiculous.
Farfarello seemed the least concerned of them all, she noticed, which irked her a bit, for when she had imagined her boyfriend in the past, he had been both caring and sensitive. Farfarello was showing neither quality, instead concentrating on jamming his crumpled money into the vending machine and pounding his fist against the thick plastic when it refused to accept his offering. In her mind, the ideal boyfriend worried for his friends and showed at least a little sympathy when they ended up in the hospital with mysterious wounds.
Instead, Farfarello ate.
She walked over to where he stood, leaving the comfort of the group huddled about the couches and chairs. Mikazuki, Ken's girlfriend, had rushed over upon hearing the news and was sitting with Omi and Nagi in silence while Yohji and Crawford drank coffee and read magazines. Aya, who was feeling very authoritative and protective of his younger ex-teammate, and Schuldig, who was just plain impatient and uncomfortable in the hospital, had both gone to talk to the doctors.
"Bonnie," he sighed, exasperated when she drew up beside him, "gimme some money."
"I will - when you ask politely for it." His shocked glance in her direction exhibited his surprise. She ignored it, saying instead, "Aren't you even a little concerned about Ken?"
"Hn," he grunted, scrounging around in his deep pockets for loose change. "He's lived through worse. It's not that bad."
Bonnie put her hands on her hips, demanding, "How can you say that?! You found him passed out in his bedroom and bleeding all over the place!"
Farfarello thought for a moment, briefly considering telling her that he personally had ripped Ken up and even, upon one occasion, had smashed his head repeatedly into a stone column, but decided to hold his tongue.
"It just makes me wonder..." Bonnie had opened up her wallet and pulled out the correct amount of money for the vending machines. Taking his hand and facing it skyward, she placed it in his palm and pressed it firmly there, clasping his hand between hers in a moment of uncertainty. "How can you not care about this sort of thing? Would you care if it was me?"
His face showed fickle emotions, words fighting to escape his mouth and feelings struggling to surface. Standing there with her warm fingers curling over his, he didn't know what to say or do or even think. True, he wasn't worried about Ken, but what if it were Bonnie?
"Geesh," she spat, disgusted by his lack of response. "Just get your stupid candy bar!" And with that, she stalked away.
It was dark outside, and the artificial lights had a sickly pure glare that lit everything on a white fire. Bonnie squinted in frustration as she flopped down in the seat beside Mikazuki and demanded impatiently, "Where's Aya? And what about Schuldig?"
Omi shrugged.
Bonnie leaned back in her seat and frowned, glancing furtively at Farfarello, who was gnawing on a piece of chocolate and unabashedly staring at her.
At that moment, the double doors swung open and Schuldig emerged grimly, blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on the group and then closed wearily, shaking his head.
Yohji leapt to his feet as Omi tensed. Brad folded up his newspaper and set it in his lap while Mikazuki instinctively grasped at Bonnie's hand, who, in turn, was holding her breath.
"I'm...sorry," Schuldig murmured falteringly, slowly drifting over to where they all sat, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze shot down to the floor. "Ken didn't make it."
Omi's eyes widened as he gasped in horror. "Ken-kun...he can't be!"
"No..." Mikazuki whispered, tears flooding her eyes.
Meanwhile, feeling numb, Bonnie turned her head and stared dazedly at Farfarello to see his reaction. He seemed just as lost as she, as if he was having trouble processing the information.
Yohji's long legs began to quake, no longer able to hold him up, and he collapsed back into his chair. Omi was sobbing inconsolably and mewling Ken's name while Mikazuki shook her head furiously, refusing to accept it.
And then, Brad, the voice of reason, spoke dryly. "Schuldig, are you on the verge of laughing? Or are the emotions getting to you?"
Indeed, Schuldig's lips were curling into a smirk, his eyes sparkling with either tears or amusement.
Omi stopped crying and Yohji lifted his head exhaustedly, whilst Mikazuki froze with her hands clutching at her face, seeming to be listening.
But before any further comments could be made, the double doors swung open once more and Aya emerged, deadpan as usual. From behind him, a frazzled voice piped up.
"What's wrong?"
"Ken-kun!" Omi launched himself at the other man in exuberance, laughing hysterically in his joy. He threw his arms around the recently released patient, knocking him back against the wall as he hugged him tightly and sobbed in relief.
Ken winced, but did not push the boy away. "What did I miss?"
"Schuldig told us you were dead!" Bonnie cried, to which the redhead raised a hand and proclaimed in amusement, "Guilty!"
"Guilty ye are," Farfarello growled, sauntering over.
"That was sadistic!" Mikazuki cried out, rising to approach her boyfriend and lingering near him, inspecting the bandages wrapped about his head.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Ken stated cheerfully. "Just a little knock to the head. No concussion. I'm fine!"
Schuldig led the way outside with the others in tow, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he smiled to himself. It'd been a while since he did anything vaguely cruel, and something as harmless as this was fun. It was hard to stop torturing people cold turkey, and now that his deed was accomplished...
Schuldig felt naughty.
He turned to look at the others with a sly grin, and then, quietly, "So, Ken, how'd this happen now? Did you drop a pencil under the dresser and bump your head trying to retrieve it like last time?"
"No!" the soccer player retorted sharply. "Someone mugged me!" He paused as he ducked down to get in the back seat of the car, the others still gathered around him to listen intently to his tale. "I was in my room and someone just came out of the shadows and clubbed me! They must've heard Farfarello come in and left in a hurry, because I swear I was only out a few seconds before he found me."
"Did they take anything?" Crawford asked in a low voice.
Farfarello shook his head, eye narrowing.
Bonnie was perplexed by the information. Why would someone hurt Ken for no reason? And why did Crawford and Aya suddenly appear so tense, so angry...?
As she opened the door to her car and climbed into the driver's seat, she noticed that Farfarello was climbing in on the passenger's side, a surprising sight. "What are you doing?" she asked, wondering if he had any idea how rude it was to just expect someone to give you a ride.
"I wanted to be wit' ye," he said softly, in such an uncharacteristic tone she dropped her keys. Fumbling to pick them back up, she vaguely realized her expression resembled that of a dead goldfish's. "Let's go get some ice cream," he suggested.
"Ok," she murmured, pulling out of the parking lot with a sigh. Ice cream sounded good.
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They sat in a car and licked their respective ice cream cones in silence. Farfarello finished first and hastily ate the crisp cone, and then turned to stare hungrily at hers. Never one to deny someone something they wanted, and being one who generally pleases, she noticed his longing and reluctantly offered him a taste.
Which morphed into four, huge bites.
She sighed, shook her head, and handed what was left over to him. "I'm gonna go throw away these napkins."
"I'll go too." Farfarello followed as she exited, his wide strides forcing her to trail behind at his heels like a puppy dog. As she bent over the trash can, he caught her free hand and held it tight, only looking away when she smiled in his direction.
It was a nice moment, Bonnie decided. Farfarello's large hand enfolded hers, and she felt the raised scars and calluses standing out on his skin, somehow comforting. He was no stranger to hard work and a harsh life and it made her feel safe, like he could handle anything thrown their way. Plus, it was the first gesture he had made towards her in affection - well, since the time he had kissed her on the cheek the night of Megan's death.
They were walking back to the car when he saw the dark vehicle turn the corner, slow, and roll down the window ominously. Geesh, he thought to himself, lazily shoving Bonnie to the ground and ignoring her scream, the thing with Ken wasn't a coincidence...
"Farfarello! What are you - ?!" Bonnie's cry was cut short as he threw himself over her and a spray of bullets screamed their way.
Farfarello rolled off the girl, leapt to his feet with the agility of a cat, and dashed towards the car, narrowly avoiding the other bullets aimed at him. He was here, there, and springing towards the open window before whoever was inside could retaliate. His fist smashed through the glass and shattered it into huge shards and splinters, raining down on whoever was inside. The car jerked forward, the passengers screaming curses at him, and the faceless assailants screeched away.
Farfarello inspected his bloody fist. It was almost eerie nowadays to see the torn skin and the scarlet fluid pouring over his fingers and too feel nothing at all. "Bonnie," he said quietly, turning to look at where she lay. "We're in danger here."
The girl looked up at him from where she was sprawled on the ground, tears in her eyes. "Farfarello," she whispered, and shakily tried to sit up, only to glance down at her shoulder and feel immediately faint. A bullet had pierced her flesh and left a nasty tear. The blood pouring over her skin in mass amounts was sickeningly warm. She began to tremble, feeling as if she was going into shock, and, still shaking, she looked to the older man for guidance.
He wordlessly knelt beside her and gathered her up into his arms. As she whimpered fearfully, he shakily cooed little reassurances, his golden eye darting all over the place frantically. If it were Brad or Nagi or Schuldig, he would not be so concerned, but Bonnie... Bonnie wasn't a hardened assassin - she was a little girl with a low pain tolerance.
"I'm on the verge of passing out," she warned him. "You're voice sounds really far away, and my vision...it's all fuzzy..."
"Don't fall asleep," he growled, laying her across the back seat of the car. "Count fer me in Spanish." He knew the language didn't come as naturally to her as Japanese and English.
She shifted a little and felt the car jerk forward, her arm lying limply across her stomach. Woozily, she began to obey, "Uno, dos, tres..."
He disregarded every scanty rule that Schuldig had taught him about driving and peeled off down the road back towards the hospital. "Keep counting," he commanded.
But Bonnie felt herself slipping. "Cuatro, cinco, seis," she murmured, eyelids drooping shut. She hated this feeling of lingering in between consciousness and unconsciousness, disliked being only half awake and rather dizzy and shaking all over. "Siete, ocho...nueve...diez..." She let herself go and sunk into velvety darkness, sighing deeply.
"Bonnie?"
There was no answer.
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