Your Kind….

Chapter 8: "Medication"

By: Jen "The Stampede" Motou

I sighed setting next Athrun, as he somehow managed to eat. I mean he was so worried before. I still can't shake the look in his eyes as he saw the cockpit doors open, reveling a wounded Strike pilot. That's an image I don't think I'll ever be able to forget. I don't see how he does it. One moment he's all panicked and then next he's depressed. The next thing I know he's confused as hell—right along with the rest of us—and then he's suddenly happy, and has an insatiable appetite. Something is definitely wrong. "Athrun…." I started, looking over to him, as he blinked innocently stuffing another forkful of food into his mouth. I couldn't help but snicker at the look on his face. I couldn't remember the last time, I saw Athrun's eyes go that wide. "Whdt ihs it?" he mumble/chewed trying to respond. I snickered again. "Nice Athrun, nice. You're a rich boy with no manners. Nice." He blinked a few times at the comment, shrugged then went back to eating. I watched him and seeing him, swallow I opened my mouth to speak, grabbing his hand, making sure that didn't happen again. "Athrun…"I said again, starring straight into his now large emerald eyes. "Athrun, you ok?" I asked, and he blinked again. "Am I ok? Of course I am, Dearka." He said, quickly pulling his hand out of mine and went back to eating. I just rolled my eyes, and sighed. I sat there for a few more moments, 'Zala is not acting normal.' With that though I got up and waved to Athrun. "Bye." I said walking away from him. "I'm going to go find Yzak."

I was walking down the hallway, thinking –a lot was on my mind, but could you blame me? I had no idea where Yzak was, the last time I saw him had been after we saw that pilot. (Boy was he young too.) So I scanned my thoughts, and tried to think like my best friend. All that came to mind was 'Damn you Strike!' and 'Cursed Zala! That man is a Monster I tell you! Dearka he's a monster!!!' I let out a slight snicker at my thoughts, and then with them in mind I decided to see if he was in our quarters, -probably punching the wall again –taking out frustration. So I headed to our quarters, and strangely heard no cursing or racket when I closed in. When I got to the door, it slid open reveling nothing, but clothes scattered on half the floor, and the other half neat and tidy. "He's not here." I mumbled looking around. "Where is he?" I said aloud, picking Yzak's clothes up as I walked out of the room. –Just because he's my best friend doesn't mean I'm obligated to live in a pig sty. – I sighed, and hung my head for a moment. "Maybe he…." I started, and then decided to check the infirmary.

I was walking down the hallway to the infirmary, and I heard yelling. So I slowed my pace, and then stopped when I heard footsteps, running. They seemed to be running away, so I didn't pay it much mind. As I got closer, I kept pausing, wondering whether I should enter or not. My hand went to punch in my I.D. code, but froze as I could clearly hear the words now.

"This is ridiculous! You're Joking!"

"I'm not Joking Mr. Joule, this is war."

"I don't care! Think of what you'll do to Zala!"

"Athrun…Athrun is nothing but a rebellious boy, just asking to be court-martialed."

"WHAT?! So You're willing to sacrifice his…"

"Would you pipe down haft the ship can hear you."

"Good! Maybe they'll find out how much of a CREEP you are!"

Before I knew it the door slid open and an enraged Yzak, collided straight into me. "Watch where you're go--- Dearka?" He looked into my eyes and blinked. "What are you doing here?" He said, the anger in his voice slowly melting away. "I was looking for you, dork." I smiled at him, "Is wanting to spend time with my Best friend a crime now?" I grinned, but it soon faded as I watched his eyes trail away to the floor. –Something seemed to hit him hard.—"Could I just be alone for a while please? Thanks for looking for me Dearka." He said in a rather "un-Yzak" soft tone. "Um…alright." I said, before he looked at me, with a sad smile, and then pulled me into a rather un-expected hug. Releasing me quickly, He started towards our quarters, then paused looking back. "You should really go see him, Dearka. Go see him, -The Pilot of the Strike." With those last words, he disappeared down the hall. 'What the Heck' I thought entering the room. The doctors seemed to be in a hurry and I couldn't tell why. Standing amongst them was the Commander. 'Was that who Yzak was yelling at?' "Hurry! Hurry!" One of the doctors shouted racing over to the bed where the pilot lie. "He woke up! He' awake!" Another shouted. Then I heard it, a scream so horrid it sent chills up my spine- and it was coming from the boy. I didn't get any closer, as I watched the doctors, try to restrain the boy, as he struggled, and fought them. He was screaming in agony, sheer horrid pain. "We need more people over here!" A female doctor screamed, as more help ran over. The Commander seemed to be the only calm one of the bunch, as he picked a syringe up off a metal tray next to the boy, and filled it with a clear liquid. "Hold him still." He commanded, as he grabbed a hold of the boy's right arm, and grinned maliciously. "Don't worry my boy…." He started, slowly sliding the needle into the boy's arm. "…. This will take care of Both our problems."

To Be Continued….