He was safe, stable, and that was all that mattered to me. Getting him into recuperation where the she was. The angel. She would take care of him, I knew she would.
I walked up to the giant bulb, and looked on. After his body was lifted up, and away from me, she gently took him in her arms, to the center, where he would stay there for a while. At least a couple days.
Don't worry little one, he will be fine.
I looked up as she came down to the edge to greet me. Her eyes were always so bright, so happy. I reached up to her as her hands covered mine through the glass.
It was warm, as always.
"I know." I whispered, "I trust you."
Thank you. She smiled at me, and I back. Go tend to the other, little one.
I nodded agreement with her and turned to Vash's direction.
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He was going to be just fine.
"Since your not as bad as he, you'll just need a sling for a while. Not to long because of your fast regeneration process…"
She went to the first-aid cupboard, and pulled out supplies. She wouldn't look at him, she couldn't.
"Take off your coat."
"Why wont you look at me?" (A/N: I wanted to try out the whole writer point of view. It's cool. )
He sounded worried, confused, "Is it Knives?"
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I kept busing myself, I didn't want to talk.
I turned to clean his wound. The bullet went through. Good. I wrung the hot water mixed with antiseptic out of the cloth, and began cleaning.
"AH, what is that!" he flinched. Stop exaggerating, you big baby. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, he was smiling. Right at me. "You gonna tell me?"
"Tell you what?" I concentrated as hard as I could on his wound.
"Why wont you look at me?"
I stayed silent.
He sighed. "I was only trying to save him. He's crazy! You know that…..what's your name?" He looked at me for a sign that I was listening. "Hello?''
I broke my silence and snapped. "You think that shooting him full of bullet holes was going to save him!" I stopped and pursed my lips after my outburst, grabbed the gauze and started to wrap his shoulder.
"You only added fuel to the fire. You betrayed him…" I couldn't keep my mouth shut!
"And you know this how?" he inquired. I finished the wrap.
"Sling or no sling?" I put my hands on my hips, waiting.
"How do you know?" he repeated, I finally looked him in the face.
"I've been with him all these years. A long time."
"How-."
"Sixty-five years, next month...happy? Now do you want the sling or not?" I was getting impatient.
If I could hear it in my voice, I knew he could.
"No sling." he finally answered me. "That's a long time. But…..but how could you live so long, and not look a day over twenty-one like...us?"
It sounded so distant. So separate from the outside world. I didn't think I was one of them, but he did. "I'm not…Were not-." What could I say? I composed myself the best I could.
"That is not my place to say. I am who I am, so leave it alone for now." he started to open his mouth, but I held up my hand. I wanted him to stop. He indeed got the memo, for I was in no mood to hear he prying questions. It wasn't his business right now.
I turned to Vash, he had to do something for me, "You know what you should do? Talk to your brother… he'll be… in there for a while…and talk your sister. She's doesn't understand why her brothers are fighting."
"What do I tell her? How can I make her understand me?"
I smirked. You don't know how to talk to you sister. "You should know. The angels are all you had when you were younger, right." Now I was amused, interested. I cut him a break. "It will come to you, she'll be calm about it. Trust me."
He looked at me, as if he had heard wrong, like I had said the unthinkable.
As I turned to leave I shot back to him "By the way, my name is Cecile." I felt I owed him that much, but nothing more.
I left him in the room to think. He would have a lot of that to do.
I woke up in my bed, alone.
I was alone this morning. And I was never alone in the mornings. He was always there. Always with me.
Knives.
I had to see him.
What if he doesn't recognize me? I thought for a moment and giggled at such a silly thing to think. I knew he would, it was Knives after all.
I got up, showered, and brushed my teeth. I could tell I was in a rush to get the angel's bulb.
I walked briskly down the hall from the bathroom to the main corridor. I wanted- he just stepped out in front of me. "Good morning!"
His eyes were bright with excitement. How can you be so happy, after what you did to him? I could sense he was waiting for a reply back.
"Hello." I said dryly. I moved to get around him. He was so goofy looking. Ugh!
He got out of my way, finally. But as soon as I was of my way, he was on my heals like a little puppy. A lost puppy. How cute. I laughed.
"Where are you going?" he sounded so innocent. But he was no innocent, none of us were.
So I answered him without judgment or biased. "To see Knives."
His feet stopped clobbering behind me, "Oh." I looked back, he was frozen in place.
"Are you coming?" I knew he wouldn't dare follow me. He had to deal with Knives alone. "Well?"
He laughed nervously, "Ah, no. Maybe later. I might go talk to him later."
Good. I have to do this alone as well.
"Yeah." I said. I turned to enter the large room.
"Sister?"
The bulb immediately pulsed with the life I knew was inside. As I got closer she floated down to the bottom to greet me.
Hello little sister. She smiled, she was so naïve, and knew nothing of this harsh world. But that didn't mean she wasn't smart. Being alive longer than me, she knew what humans did to each other.
"Is he…okay?"
she didn't answer me at first. Instead she swayed her head backward, her dark hair flowing with her, looking in the direction Knives was in. she sat like that for a long time. Suddenly she turned trying to answer the best way she could.
He thought he was dead. He's very confused. He wouldn't come see you, didn't want to…..
"Didn't want to what?" I was nervous
See anyone.
"Oh." I looked down. Tears began to prick in my eyes. He doesn't want to see me?
"Well I just came to check if you were okay……just tell him to rest. I'll come back before bed, promise."
She didn't say anything and I didn't want her to.
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