Intro a/n: ch3 came to me as I was typing ch.2 so I really didn't wait to
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Ch. 3 Of Names and Chicken Noodle Soup [a/n: yum :) :) :) :) :) :) :)]
I finish. I have what looks like a rose cut into my skin. Crimson pain runs from the wound. I won't stop there. I can't, but my tentacles now know that I would be risking my life and stop me.
One rips the knife out of my grip. Another turns on the faucet while a third one grabs a towel to wet. The fourth one is now stroking my hair again. I lean my head slightly to the side resting it on the mechanical arm. It does not move, instead it extends so that it can hold my upper body in a hug and still stroke my head. I need it, I figure out. I'm dependent on that comfort, the comfort that it brings me. I know I am, because that's how it was with Rose.
I feel something press on the wound and it hurts. I look down to see a towel, slowly becoming crimson in color. I know that I'll have to throw it away, but I don't care. I can't care. I must know what it is to feel, no matter the price.
"Hold it," the arm commands me. I do as I am told.
"Good, now put pressure on it, it will..."
"... Stop the bleeding," I cut it off, but it does not mind, I am speaking, an improvement, and it likes that.
The other two just stare at me as the one continues to stroke my head and the other one finds the bandages and something to flush out the wound with. I stare at the two. Their eyes are a crimson, blood lie color. I wonder if they can see what each other see or if their eyes only allow them to see from their own point of view. I can't remember how I programmed them. Not right now, not with this going on around me.
Finally the one with the bandages is successful.
"Pull the towel away," once again I obey it.
It looks at my wound, which has stopped bleeding, but only seconds ago. It knows this and is gentle in applying the cleaner. It hurts so bad that I cry out.
"Shh," the one stroking my hair speaks, "It's okay, Otto, it will be over in a second."
When the one has washed the wound it backs up and tries to see how to put on the bandages. Slowly, but firmly, it applies them to my arm. It hurts, but I block out the pain and stare straight forward. I see nothing, I feel nothing, I want nothing. I want to be left alone. I want these arms to just go away. I want my privacy. I know what I want, but I can't have it.
"Otto..."
I don't listen to it; I just keep staring lost in silence, in my own peaceful nothingness.
"Otto," this time it is gruffer and wants my attention.
I still ignore it. I don't want to be bothered. I want nothing. It mentally sighs at me. Two of them grab my shoulders and shake me, but I still ignore them.
"Please, Otto, you have to listen."
I know I don't have to, they just want me to. I still stare and I know that I am in a place that they can't break me from.
It sighs again and scoops me up. With the help of the one that is already grasping my upper body it holds me. It whispers, close to my ear, but in my head, as if telling me a secret, "Otto, you must come back. You haven't eaten for a while. You have to have food. You know you're hungry. You can feel it. We need you back."
The other two have already started to prepare me a lunch, since it is getting too late for breakfast. I see them and smell the food. I don't know what it is, probably some soup, but in the pot it smells delicious already.
I return from my world with a blink and look around. I notice the knife I had used is soaking in the sink, also the tentacle is disposing of the towel while the other one stirs what I am now sure is Chicken Noodle Soup. I can smell the food and wonder when the last time I ate was.
"You were out cold in the lab three days, plus yesterday you woke up and then left and we brought you here to sleep more. You haven't eaten for four days," one explains to me.
I try to lighten up, "No wonder I feel I could eat a horse."
The two tentacles that had been holding me now unwrap and start to help prepare the kitchen for lunch.
I get up to help but they stop me, "You sit down, Otto."
"Yes, you haven't eaten and you're exhausted."
"We need you to get better."
"You can only get better with rest."
One motions for a chair, "Please, take a seat."
"Rest yourself."
"You need your strength for later."
"Later?" I ask, thoroughly confused.
"We must eventually go out you know, Otto."
"You can't live off of the food here forever."
"We can help you not be seen, but you must have your strength up to go out."
"Good point," I know it is. I know that I couldn't last off this food. I know that it would be disastrous.
I sit there and watch as they cook and clean. They set the table and get out the drinks. They know that I am watching them and a couple show off. They do twists in the air and zip around at their high speeds that they know are pushing the limit. I laugh and then go silent. I just start to stare again, in my own train of thought.
"What is it, Otto?"
"I'm just thinking," I respond, making everything seem normal, like no big deal.
"About what?"
"How to talk to each of you separately..." my voice trails.
"And how is that?" they get antsy and curious, they don't want to be changed.
"Nothing drastic, maybe names," my suggestion gets them excited.
"What shall you name us?"
"What shall I be called?"
"What names will we get?"
"When will you name us?"
"How about this," I point to the one that is on the top right, "You be Sarah," then I turn to the one on the top right, "And you be Kris."
"And what about us?" the bottom two ask in unison.
I point to the left one, "You can be Bethany," and I point to the right one, "And you can be Liz."
"Love it!"
"Brilliant!"
"Perfect!"
"Suits us well!"
They start to work faster then ever even.
Finally the soup is done and they pour it and then go and just twist around, some stretching to examine parts of the house they couldn't reach before. I finish my soup and look around. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
a/n: Like the chapter name? If you read LOTR or watch the movies and have seen the second one here's a hint to how I got the name: Of herbs and stewed rabbit. lol! N e ways... like the names for the tentacles. I hope that my friends read them I named the tentacles after them... I'd like to thank Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Kris, Elizabeth (Liz), and Bethany for their names. Next chapter coming soon!!!!
Ch. 3 Of Names and Chicken Noodle Soup [a/n: yum :) :) :) :) :) :) :)]
I finish. I have what looks like a rose cut into my skin. Crimson pain runs from the wound. I won't stop there. I can't, but my tentacles now know that I would be risking my life and stop me.
One rips the knife out of my grip. Another turns on the faucet while a third one grabs a towel to wet. The fourth one is now stroking my hair again. I lean my head slightly to the side resting it on the mechanical arm. It does not move, instead it extends so that it can hold my upper body in a hug and still stroke my head. I need it, I figure out. I'm dependent on that comfort, the comfort that it brings me. I know I am, because that's how it was with Rose.
I feel something press on the wound and it hurts. I look down to see a towel, slowly becoming crimson in color. I know that I'll have to throw it away, but I don't care. I can't care. I must know what it is to feel, no matter the price.
"Hold it," the arm commands me. I do as I am told.
"Good, now put pressure on it, it will..."
"... Stop the bleeding," I cut it off, but it does not mind, I am speaking, an improvement, and it likes that.
The other two just stare at me as the one continues to stroke my head and the other one finds the bandages and something to flush out the wound with. I stare at the two. Their eyes are a crimson, blood lie color. I wonder if they can see what each other see or if their eyes only allow them to see from their own point of view. I can't remember how I programmed them. Not right now, not with this going on around me.
Finally the one with the bandages is successful.
"Pull the towel away," once again I obey it.
It looks at my wound, which has stopped bleeding, but only seconds ago. It knows this and is gentle in applying the cleaner. It hurts so bad that I cry out.
"Shh," the one stroking my hair speaks, "It's okay, Otto, it will be over in a second."
When the one has washed the wound it backs up and tries to see how to put on the bandages. Slowly, but firmly, it applies them to my arm. It hurts, but I block out the pain and stare straight forward. I see nothing, I feel nothing, I want nothing. I want to be left alone. I want these arms to just go away. I want my privacy. I know what I want, but I can't have it.
"Otto..."
I don't listen to it; I just keep staring lost in silence, in my own peaceful nothingness.
"Otto," this time it is gruffer and wants my attention.
I still ignore it. I don't want to be bothered. I want nothing. It mentally sighs at me. Two of them grab my shoulders and shake me, but I still ignore them.
"Please, Otto, you have to listen."
I know I don't have to, they just want me to. I still stare and I know that I am in a place that they can't break me from.
It sighs again and scoops me up. With the help of the one that is already grasping my upper body it holds me. It whispers, close to my ear, but in my head, as if telling me a secret, "Otto, you must come back. You haven't eaten for a while. You have to have food. You know you're hungry. You can feel it. We need you back."
The other two have already started to prepare me a lunch, since it is getting too late for breakfast. I see them and smell the food. I don't know what it is, probably some soup, but in the pot it smells delicious already.
I return from my world with a blink and look around. I notice the knife I had used is soaking in the sink, also the tentacle is disposing of the towel while the other one stirs what I am now sure is Chicken Noodle Soup. I can smell the food and wonder when the last time I ate was.
"You were out cold in the lab three days, plus yesterday you woke up and then left and we brought you here to sleep more. You haven't eaten for four days," one explains to me.
I try to lighten up, "No wonder I feel I could eat a horse."
The two tentacles that had been holding me now unwrap and start to help prepare the kitchen for lunch.
I get up to help but they stop me, "You sit down, Otto."
"Yes, you haven't eaten and you're exhausted."
"We need you to get better."
"You can only get better with rest."
One motions for a chair, "Please, take a seat."
"Rest yourself."
"You need your strength for later."
"Later?" I ask, thoroughly confused.
"We must eventually go out you know, Otto."
"You can't live off of the food here forever."
"We can help you not be seen, but you must have your strength up to go out."
"Good point," I know it is. I know that I couldn't last off this food. I know that it would be disastrous.
I sit there and watch as they cook and clean. They set the table and get out the drinks. They know that I am watching them and a couple show off. They do twists in the air and zip around at their high speeds that they know are pushing the limit. I laugh and then go silent. I just start to stare again, in my own train of thought.
"What is it, Otto?"
"I'm just thinking," I respond, making everything seem normal, like no big deal.
"About what?"
"How to talk to each of you separately..." my voice trails.
"And how is that?" they get antsy and curious, they don't want to be changed.
"Nothing drastic, maybe names," my suggestion gets them excited.
"What shall you name us?"
"What shall I be called?"
"What names will we get?"
"When will you name us?"
"How about this," I point to the one that is on the top right, "You be Sarah," then I turn to the one on the top right, "And you be Kris."
"And what about us?" the bottom two ask in unison.
I point to the left one, "You can be Bethany," and I point to the right one, "And you can be Liz."
"Love it!"
"Brilliant!"
"Perfect!"
"Suits us well!"
They start to work faster then ever even.
Finally the soup is done and they pour it and then go and just twist around, some stretching to examine parts of the house they couldn't reach before. I finish my soup and look around. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
a/n: Like the chapter name? If you read LOTR or watch the movies and have seen the second one here's a hint to how I got the name: Of herbs and stewed rabbit. lol! N e ways... like the names for the tentacles. I hope that my friends read them I named the tentacles after them... I'd like to thank Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Kris, Elizabeth (Liz), and Bethany for their names. Next chapter coming soon!!!!
