Your Kind….
Chapter 11: Words
By: Jen"The Stampede" Motou
I lied there for a while, holding Athrun's hand, tightly in my own. I had woke to him, asleep at my side. – I assumed he was watching me for the night- Then he started to moan, and shouted my name a few times –talking in his sleep again—so that's why I proceeded to wake him. "Are you sure you're alright?" "Fine." I couldn't get anything more out of him. I looked away for a moment, before looking back. "You're sure…." "Positive! Drop it!" My eyes then again drifted along the bed sheets away from Athrun. However he turned and placed his hand under my chin bringing eyes to look at him. "Kira…" he spoke, gazing into my eyes. "This is the longest you've been awake since you got here. Are you feeling any better?" I blinked my eyes, a few times at the question, and then smiled. "Yeah...a little bit." I smiled at him, again –my health had gotten better, or so I thought—I looked to the side for a moment and closed my eyes again. "Urgh..." I let out a moan, my head was starting to hurt, and my eyes didn't feel quite right. I suddenly felt dizzy, and slightly tired.
"Kira…Kira, Oh don't you pull this crap with me you baby." I opened my eyes, only for them to get assaulted by the now seemingly, brighter lights. 'Did I hear you right Athrun?' "Excuse me?" "Huh Kira, You're such a baby, always have been always will." I tried to laugh at him, but something told me, it just wasn't right. He smiled at me, and confusion could have been seen as the current tint in his emerald eyes, as he helped me lie down again. He smiled, and ran his hand through my hair. I smiled back at him, as he sat back down. As I closed my eyes I heard Athrun mumble something, he sounded kind of fuzzy. I ignored it, however. I opened my eyes, and looked around the room. I saw the IV in my arm and the wrap around my left arm. 'So THAT'S why I can't feel my left arm.' I gazed straight into my Azure-Haired best friend's eyes, and spoke. "Where am I? What happened?" His eyes saddened at the question, and he smiled sympathetically. "You're aboard the Versailles. You were badly injured, Kira….So –" "—I'm your prisoner now?" I cut in sharply, and I watched him cringe at the word, "prisoner". "No, No. No Kira. You're not our prisoner, ZAFT can't hold Civilians prisoner…" he shot back quickly, trying to comfort me I guess. (I guess I forgot to mention to Athrun, that little tid-bit. That whole me enlisting thing. ) "A—Athrun…I'm. I'm Not… a civilian anymore….." I choked out, meekly, realizing that as I told him it probably wasn't the best time. His eyes shrank, and filled with that surprised, and yet at the same time irate look, that – a parent would give to their child after finding out about a speeding ticket they got last week and forgot to tell them.
After a few moments, his eyes just narrowed, and then went back to the "same-old-Athrun" eyes, expect now they were very cold. He looked as if he was "disappointed in" or "ashamed of "me. "Kira, how long?" he said in a very dry but sharp voice. "About seven weeks." I answered quickly, my eyes wide with a fear I had come to know too well. –The fear of disappointing someone dear to you. The Fear you'll let them down—He turned away from me, as he rose from his seat, and took a few steps like he was going to leave, but stopped. He head hung, looking to the ground, while his hands hung in tight fists at his sides. Back to me, he spoke. "Kira, I have things to do. Get some rest." It came out in a very sharp, sounding more of an order, as he paced out of the room. I heard him growl as the door slid closed.
"Urgh" I heard a moan, come from one of the desks in the room. "Is someone there?" I mumbled under my breath, looking around the room quickly. I soon saw a female doctor, rise from her place and look my way. My eyes went wide as I realized she was gazing into mine. She walked toward me, and I knew I was screwed –No where to go, nothing to do, helpless. 'STUPID Athrun, Why'd he have to leave me?!! I felt so much more comfortable with him around.' She smiled, taking the seat, in which my best friend once sat. "Why Hello there. You're awake." She seemed rather calm as she spoke, rather friendly. However, I still gulped as she starred at me—smiling or not, she was an enemy. "So you're the Strike's pilot huh?" I nodded meekly, as she continued. "Mind telling me your name? It's nice to know a little about the person you're working with." I looked deep into her eyes, and all I saw was blue gazing pleasantly back at me. Her smile grew wider, sympathy in her eyes. "It's OK. We don't bite. Just because I'm a Coordinator, doesn't mean I'm evil." I guess she was trying to comfort me. I spoke up quietly, "I know…I'm Kira." Her eyes smiled at me, as did she. "See that wasn't so hard, was it Kira. Are you in any pain?" I shook my head in a negative reply. "Well then I need to check that left arm of yours." With that she rose from her seat, and walked to the other side of the bed. As she rested her hands on the bandages, I felt a pain shoot throughout my body. I drew in a deep, hissing breath, as I clenched both my eyes shut and teeth together. "I know it hurts, but it'll only be a second." I heard her grumble, as the cloth left my arm.
I soon felt a cold liquid against my arm, and it stung. I hissed louder, clenching my teeth more. "Almost done." I then felt the cloth again, and yet again hissed through my teeth as she tied it tight. I opened my eyes and she smiled at me, patting me on the head. "Looking good kid. It's come a long way in a week." "A week?" I asked, looking at her. "That's right Mr. Kira. You've been here a week." She paused a moment, turned away and then turned back. "So do you know the Pilot who brought you in here? Athrun Zala?"
To Be Continued…