Seifer sat up quickly; a little to quickly he had to lay down again. He resat-up and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were red. Seifer stared at her for a few minutes. It was an akward stare and she felt akward being stared at. Was he studying her like she was some kind of science project. Was he trying to remember her?
After a few moments he blinked and smiled at her with his all genunie smile. It creeped her out. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I thought I'd never see the day you were in jail. I always thought that Squall would be the first one out of us," he said and laughed.
"Are you ok," she questioned.
He patted the board he was sitting on and she hesitated a moment and looked at him.
"Trepe make your call," a officer called, and opened the cell and she went off to make her call.
Ten minutes later she returned and sat on the floor by the board that Seifer occupied.
"Your getting tried," he questioned. He was still sitting the same way from when she left to make her call.
"Its all a big miss-understanding," she explained and went into account of what happened on her little mission that ended her team and her in jail.
"So your saying your medoricure skills still fail you," he replied sarcastically.
"I'm reapplying for my licsense in a while," she said confedently. She gave him a real cocky smile.
"What, another failure?" he said. Suddenly he just lyed down and closed his eyes.
"Are you ok? Seifer, SEIFER," she yelled and shook him. She ran to the bars and shouted, "Hes unconcious, someone help me."
But no one came.
Back at Garden after everything was settled, everything filed and payed and being dismissed she went to her dorm and took a quick shower she went to sleep. Quistis was happy that it was the weekend and there was nothing going on, or going down.
The next morning, though automatic her alarm clock went off at seven o' clock. She knocked it with her hand and it clicked over while falling on the floor. She tunneled back into her blankets and made sure they covered over her head. She closed her eyes and went to sleep...to sleep...to sleep.
"Damn, I can't sleep," she said fustratedly throwing her covers off of herself. Since being so used to waking up early it was sometimes hard togo back to sleep. Sleeping in may sound good, it just didn't work with her.
Then her thoughts suddenly went to Seifer. They were allowed to take him back to Garden. Headmaster Cid payed all his fines and they agreed that he had to re-enroll on a strictor bases, and in two months take his test to see if he made SeeD. If he passed he would be going on missions and helping for his living, or he was free to leave.
If he broke the slightest law or anything his ass was locked back up in jail for a long, long time.
He didn't wake up last night when they arrived so Quistis hoped that he was alright. The only people who knew that he was "back" was her squad, Headmaster and her. That meant that everyone now knew. Today might be a day of rucquese.
Quistis dressed in her usual attire, pinned her hair up, put her glasses on and left her dorm.
She wanted to see if he was still alive so she went to the Infirmary.
"Morning dear," Dr. Kadowaski greeted with a bow.
"Morning," she greeted back with a bow.
"Is there something wrong," she questioned.
"Actually," she paused. Did she actually want to see him?
"I'm here to see Seifer. How is he?"
"Dear, he'll be fine. If he stayed in jail he would've died," she said and watched the expression on Quistis's face turn to confused.
"I'll show you," she said and stood up. She let her down the Infirmary to where he was in his little section sitting on a bed looking out the window in fresh clothes. She bowed again, and Quistis did to before she left the room.
He knew they were there, but he did not turn around. He still continued to look out the window.
She stayed silent and looked at him. She felt sad for him, infact she pitied him. He was an outcast and nothing to society. Everyone believed he wasn't going anywhere, or gonna do anything. After all he did many people wished bad on him, shunned him or wish he was gone. Many people actually believed that he was gone, but he was standing there in the flesh; or sitting.
"I'm not dying Trepe," he said making her know that her presense was there and adnown to him.
"Yesterday, I thought you were," she said and went over to the bed. She watched him cough a moment and now lay down in his bed. He had no boots on, and it looked astrange to her because he had no socks on either.
Silence endored and the only thing going on was the cool breeze that went through the window.
Seifer closed his eyes.
She continued to stare at him.
"If your going to stare at me as if I was on my death bed then do it, but sit down. Damn, I feel like your babysitting me," he said with his eyes closed and his body relaxed just laying on his back.
It was always like him to make a joke out of everything or be sarcastic. But in the bed he could only do that. He wasn't strong like he normally was.
The scratches and wounds were still very vibrant and he did look in pain, but better, much better. He was talking atleast and moving even if it was just laying down and talking.
"Your fuckin sick and; deadly sick and you think that all of this is a joke," she yelled and began to pace.
Ever since they were kids in the orphanage and everytime something "bad" happened, or she was mad she'd begin to pace around the livingroom and talking... mostly to herself.
"Your throwing this all out of porportion," he said and opened his eyes. He turned his face and followed her with his eyes and began to wonder when did she get so talk and thin.
She stopped and looked at him halfway out the room, she told him that he didn't care.
"I'm doing what I'm told," he told her.
"Are sure your not gonna round up ome minyens and attack us," she said with so much sarcassism still in her spot halfway out the area. She was actually farther away from where she began.
"Can you such sit down," he stated annoyed at her for being all over the place instead of one, calm.
She looked at him and felt that he was serious, otherwise he wouldn't have looked at her with the feeling in his eyes and annoyence. She walked over to his bed and sat at the end of it with his feet to the side of her. She didn't face him, but faced the direction the bed was going in.
"See so much better," he said to her as if she was a young child. Now he didn't have to feel like he was being babysat or under the watchful eye of someone; or a guard in his case jail.
"You know I'm older than you," he said all of a sudden.
She turned around and faced him, "Actually we are the same age; were both twenty," she informed him, "You know we have the same birthday."
"Its funny how that worked out," he said.
She crossed her legs now facing him.
"I think I've met my father in jail," he said suddeny.
Quistis raised an eyebrow at him.
"There was a guy in there and he looked at me, so I asked if he ever had any kids and----"
Quistis looked at him and found that he was asleep.