Eve bolted upright in bed and looked at the other her sitting at the
foot of the bed. The scowl on her face said everything.
'What's that look for? I'm the only reason you're still alive, remember?'
Eve continued to glare at her.
"To bad you just can't seem to wrap your head around that."
Eve threw off the covers from her form and marched over to the door, opening it right as Walter came with her breakfast.
"Oh, good morning, Miss Brea," he said cheerfully.
Eve did her best to form the sign for good morning.
"Try it like this," he said, moving her hands for her.
Eve nodded her thanks.
"I see that you're up early this morning. Is something the matter?"
Eve moved her hands to indicate a nightmare.
"I'm sorry to hear this. You don't need to worry though, dreams can't hurt you," he said patting her reassuringly on the shoulder.
Eve looked over at the other her, as if asking an unvoiced question.
"Don't ask me, you wanted me to shut-up, so I'm shutting-up!"
"What are you looking at?" Walter asked, looking over at the bed as well.
Eve squeezed Walter's hand and got him to look at her.
"What's the matter?" he asked again.
Eve forced herself to smile when his gaze fell upon her once again.
Somewhere in the Southwest U.S.A.
"You're finally awake, I see," said a man sitting in the shadows of a hospital room. "You had us worried there for a while."
"Who are you?" the blonde woman asked, sitting up and looking at the man in the shadows.
"Think of me as an old friend," the man said quietly.
"Why are you here?" she asked, trying to remember where she had heard the man's voice before.
"I came here to inform you that your sister has been found. She's in London. You might want to go there before something happens to her."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Like I said, you may consider me a friend."
He gets up and walks out of the room without letting her see his face.
Where is this going? I'm the only one who knows that and I'm not telling! Heehee! I will be kind and tell you that the next chapter will not, I repeat, not be the last chapter. Everyone happy now? Good! Nyo!
'What's that look for? I'm the only reason you're still alive, remember?'
Eve continued to glare at her.
"To bad you just can't seem to wrap your head around that."
Eve threw off the covers from her form and marched over to the door, opening it right as Walter came with her breakfast.
"Oh, good morning, Miss Brea," he said cheerfully.
Eve did her best to form the sign for good morning.
"Try it like this," he said, moving her hands for her.
Eve nodded her thanks.
"I see that you're up early this morning. Is something the matter?"
Eve moved her hands to indicate a nightmare.
"I'm sorry to hear this. You don't need to worry though, dreams can't hurt you," he said patting her reassuringly on the shoulder.
Eve looked over at the other her, as if asking an unvoiced question.
"Don't ask me, you wanted me to shut-up, so I'm shutting-up!"
"What are you looking at?" Walter asked, looking over at the bed as well.
Eve squeezed Walter's hand and got him to look at her.
"What's the matter?" he asked again.
Eve forced herself to smile when his gaze fell upon her once again.
Somewhere in the Southwest U.S.A.
"You're finally awake, I see," said a man sitting in the shadows of a hospital room. "You had us worried there for a while."
"Who are you?" the blonde woman asked, sitting up and looking at the man in the shadows.
"Think of me as an old friend," the man said quietly.
"Why are you here?" she asked, trying to remember where she had heard the man's voice before.
"I came here to inform you that your sister has been found. She's in London. You might want to go there before something happens to her."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Like I said, you may consider me a friend."
He gets up and walks out of the room without letting her see his face.
Where is this going? I'm the only one who knows that and I'm not telling! Heehee! I will be kind and tell you that the next chapter will not, I repeat, not be the last chapter. Everyone happy now? Good! Nyo!