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xXxSARAHxXx : Glad you liked it. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
ANE : Yeah Connie made it out alive, but the question is, is she still alive??? YAY, cheer for Charlie, he told them off lol. Yeah, Julie and Guy are pretty pathetic, but I suppose you can't be too hard on them, well yeah you can, but it's not nice lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
=ANONYMOUS= : Well you'll know what happens if you read on lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
ANTIIRONY : I'm glad you've never read about a duck catapulting themselves through a window of a burning building, if you had, this story would probably be pretty much boring lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
C-CHAN96 : If you were bouncing around after the last chapter, God I'd hate to think what you're gonna do in the following few chapters I have planned lol. I'm glad you'll love me forever after letting Charlie go with Connie. Yes, you must finish Shattered Glass before you start anything else. Ohh have you got a Connie/Charlie plan up your sleeve, ohh I can't wait to read your next story – but you HAVE to finish Shattered Glass first. Right then, thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
KATIE : Hey Katie! The review wasn't pathetic, I wouldn't care if you write one word in a review, the fact that you took the time to review is enough. Whoa, you sound extra busy, how'd you fit everything in? You must be like a super douper woman or something. I don't know whether I have the heart to kill anyone in this story, think I might plan a killing spree for a next story lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
Chapter 6
CONNIE'S P.O.V
I was laid in a bed, my throat felt as though it was on fire, my lungs seemed to be taking in little oxygen and I had a oxygen mask covering my mouth and nose, I continued coughing and sweat was dripping from me. My head was pounding and every time I blinked there was a dull pain above my left eye. My hands were stiff and sore, my right hand had a plastacast up to my elbow, my left hand had different cuts and bruises. My left arm was sat neatly in a sling, as I had apparently dislocated my shoulder. My back was tender to touch and apparently there were some nasty cuts and burns on it. My legs I think were the only things that had come out of this relatively uninjured, bar the few cuts, bruises and scratches that they were covered in, but other than that, I seemed ok.
I was so bored it was unbelievable. I know I was still coming down from the rush, that I'd had earlier. I knew though, within the hour, shock would set in, and I would be a bag of nerves. I kept fidgeting, which in turn caused pain, which in turn got the nurses frustrated with having to up the dosage of pain relief. Eventually, I began drifting in and out of sleep, though every time I closed my eyes, I had visions of today running through my mind. It was then that shock set in, every time the door opened, I was jumping to attention, expecting it to be the robbers. Eventually I began settling, though I had great need for water, as if trying to quench the burning sensation in my throat.
"Miss Moreau, would you like to see your Brother"? A nurse popped her head around the door.
"My brother"? I looked at her questioningly, as though she was the one that hit her head, then it dawned on me – Charlie. "Can I see them all"? I knew the ducks would be out there.
"It isn't really allowed". She began.
"Please". I pleaded.
"Ok, but you have to be extra quiet". She said then disappeared.
I really wanted to see them all, and apologize for ignoring them over the past few days. I know what I heard wasn't in the context that I took it. Throughout my little experience today, all I could think about were the ducks. I even wanted to see Guy, though I was still hurt by him, I had realized life was too short to waste with vendettas.
"How's the heroine doing"? Charlie burst through the doors, a proud smile on his face.
"I'm not a heroine". I replied, without moving the oxygen mask.
"Sure you are, you risked your own life to get those other hostages out". Fulton followed him.
"You know, the entire time I was in there, all I wanted was for one of them to shoot me and put me outta my misery. I was scared to death". I removed the mask. I noticed Guy and Julie hanging back toward the doorway. "You can come in you know, I'm not exactly gonna jump from the bed and start trying to kill you". I smiled, as reached for my water, swigging it gently, between coughs.
"You gonna tell us how exactly you started a fire that size or what"? Portman seemed intrigued.
"I threw water into the fryer". I answered.
"YOU WHAT"! Russ yelped. "You could have killed yourself".
"You had to be in that situation, but I knew if we got in that van, we'd be as good as dead anyway, at least this way, the other 3 would probably get out". I went into a coughing fit, and leant forward, trying to catch my breath. I felt Adam, put the mask back over my head, and I began breathing in quickly. The breathlessness had created tears in my eyes. I nodded, as if telling them that I was ok.
"You want a nurse"? Julie asked.
"No, I'm good, thanks". I said through the mask.
"So, what did the doctor say"? Charlie asked. I pulled the mask down around my neck, preparing myself to answer, taking another drink.
"Apart from the obvious cuts, bruises and burns, I've dislocated my shoulder, I've broken my wrist, I have a concussion, I have smoke or something in my lungs, and I have dementeur for attempting what I did". I smiled.
"You're lucky it wasn't more". Averman was being serious for a change.
"Oh God, don't go all serious on me now Aves". I laughed. "Anyway, how you feeling"? I looked at Julie, who looked as bad as I felt.
"I'm ok". She replied.
The ducks stayed a little longer, until the nurses told them they had to leave. As they were leaving I called Julie and Guy back. They looked worried now. I didn't say or look at them until, the door closed behind them, it was then that I looked up at them both.
"Julie, you know what you said to me in the café, about listening to you". She nodded. "Well I want you to both just sit down and listen to me". I told them. They both sat, and watched their faces growing paler by the second. "I'm not going to deny that you've hurt me more than you'll ever know, more than you'll ever understand. It's one thing having your boyfriend cheat on you, but to do it with your best friend is something totally different. Guy I'm not denying that things were getting strained between us, but was it really bad enough to cheat on me"?
"No, I still love you, too much to measure, but it just grew into a different kind of love". He answered, slowly and quietly.
"Why didn't you tell me how you were feeling? It might not have got his far". I told him.
"I didn't realize I was until I kissed Julie, and then I didn't know how to tell you".
"You should have figured that out". I told them both, seeing the guilt in their eyes. "But you know when I was in the café today, all I could think about was life was too short, and how if I was gonna die"...
"Connie don't say that". Julie began.
"No, if I was gonna die, I was leaving lot of ill feeling behind". I finished, ignoring her. "Guy pass me your hand". He did so willingly. Though I had a plastacast on, I held my hand against his. "They fitted for a while, but"... I slowly and uneasily, took my left arm from the sling, and though with excruciating pain, lifted Julie's hand and placed it against Guy's. "These fit". I told them. "Now help me get my arm back in this God awful sling". I laughed, trying to break the seriousness of the moment. Once my arm was back in a comfortable position, I looked back at them both. "Guy, you made me happy for so many years, but now it's time to start making someone else happy". In a way I suppose I was giving them my blessings. "But if either one of you, hurt each other in any way, I will hunt you down, and I WILL hurt you twice as much". I threatened them.
"You're one in a million Con". Guy sat up and kissed my forehead gently.
"I know". I whispered as I gently laid back into the cushions, laughing a little.
"Get some rest". Julie smiled at me, before they both almost crept out of the room.
I felt better for what I had just done, though I knew that wasn't the end of it. The hurt wouldn't just disappear, just like the anger wouldn't. That night, I laid in bed and cried. I don't really know why, I just did, shock I suppose, the pain, both mental and physical. I couldn't sleep, not really tired but every time I went to sleep I dreamt that I had died in the café and I had left the ducks blaming themselves and arguing about whose fault it was.
JULIE'S P.O.V
Connie had given me and Guy her blessing. Tonight had been the first night since she had found out, that I had managed to get to sleep fairly easy. I woke about 1 though, having had a bad dream. I dreamt that Connie had died in the café, and I had lost my best friend for good. I was so unsettled by the thoughts, I really wished Connie had been in the bed beside me. Eventually I slipped some clothes on and headed out of the building. I got to the main street where I stood trying to flag a taxi down. I walked a little, before seeing 6 guys. It was half of the ducks.
"What are you doing here"? I asked.
"Same thing as you evidently". Charlie smiled at me.
Another 10 minutes later, the other ducks arrived, surprised to see us already stood. Charlie took me and Guy off to one side, and apologized for his behavior earlier, to be honest he needn't have bothered, both me and Guy had understood that he had simply been worried about Connie, and was taking out on the nearest people. We flagged a few taxis down and headed to the hospital, where we snuck passed the night nurse who was seeing to another patient and crept into Connie's room. Amazingly she was wide awake, and was staring at us, as though we were mad. But then a small smile crept on her face.
"Oh I'm glad you guys are here. I can't reach the TV remote to turn it on". She looked longingly at the remote that sat a few feet out of her reach.
"Why didn't you get out of bed and get it". Adam asked, passing it to her.
"Because Cake-eater, that would mean movement, and plus I kinda figured you'd be back". She laughed.
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