Sorry for the somewhat long delay. Life got busy, very busy. Still is really, I should probably be doing a history essay due this wednesday (rough draft at least). However thoughI thought I should update then go work on it or something, or keep reading side b scans.
Anyways, I'm going to Montreal in about two weeks and my goal is to have this all finished and done with before I go. This should be able to happen depending on I don't have to write any more essays between now and the end of May (I have about four currently). So yeah. That is my goal and I hope to make it. Till then enjoy.
Das Kätzchen, Dass in der Dunkelheit Verloren Ging
Chapter 9: Waking in the Grey
The room was very bright, and very white in colour. The window's curtains were drawn back, letting in all the sunlight of a late afternoon sun.
"Welcome back to the living." Omi turned his head sharply to look at the female who had spoken. He found a nurse sitting in the chair next to his bed.
"Your friends have been worried about you," she continued, "Even brought you some lovely flowers," gesturing towards the other side of the bed, where there sat an arrangement of flowers. Omi fought back tears that threatened to fall.
"They said that they had to go but they'll be back later." She continued, pushing a button on the bed next to the pillow. "You probably aren't going to talk to me, are you?" she questioned sitting back down again. Omi was glad about the distance between himself and the nurse.
He still didn't reply to her. What did he have to say to a complete stranger? Especially one who probably thought he was a coward and a failure.
"If you need anything, someone will be in the room at all times." The woman said to him.
The blond hacker kept his silence and merely turned his head away towards the window. He hated her smile, her cheerful voice. How the hell could she be so happy? She was gone soon enough, however, to his relief. A male nurse replaced her, this time actually introducing himself as Sho. He said nothing to him, and he made no comment towards the boy. He simply opened up his newspaper and began reading it.
After sometime had passed and the skyline was starting to become a pale orange, Omi worked up the courage to actually look at his wrists. There wasn't much to see, as they were wrapped in heavy gauze attached to a padded cardboard spilt. He attempted to lift his arms up but they were so heavy. It took him that to realize how heavy his whole body really felt.
Sho caught Omi's movements. "It's so you don't try and rip the stitches out." He informed the boy.
Omi shot him a look as best as he could manage. He would have said something, but his voice did not seem to be with him at the moment. His mind was still cloudy from the loss of blood, but Sho seemed to get the message anyways.
"Listen kid, if you want to die, then that is your business. You can go jump in front of the first car you see when you get out of here. That is none of my business." He paused, leaning in closer as Omi shifted away to create some space, not liking anyone close to him. Sho continued, "Just think about this while you keep on willowing in self pity. Each day, I see people come through here, knowing they won't come out. They know that they are as good as dead and they don't want to die. They would give just about anything to be in your shoes, knowing they would live. Consider yourself lucky you have people around you that give enough of a damn to call an ambulance at 3 in the morning. Most people aren't half as lucky."
The two held a long stare for a few minutes before the nurse went back to his paper and Omi to his window. Below, there was the sound of an ambulance pulling up to the hospital, sirens a blare. It hurt his head, all of the noise. He did however think about it. He thought about the person that was probably in there, on the verge of death, the people he had killed, blood on his hands. And for all he thought, for all the thinking he did, he still couldn't think of why he was lucky to still be breathing.
Saraya - Thank you for the support and I remembered to email you! Feel proud...I often don't remember stuff like that.
MikaSamu - It is kinda dark isn't it? But writting dark can be fun...one has to admitt character torture can be fun. It's mean, and I have banged my head on the desk a few times but when its all said and done. Makes for a good story.
DeamingToThis - Yes, no reviews sucks big time. Sadly I have read your current story. Like it very much but I haven't had much time to review. Currently I'm only about to read and review GuiltyRed's stories, and really; You can't just nto review of those. They are amazing.
So hopefully I can update next weekend and the final chapter after that. Till then, ja ne. And please. I loves the reviews.