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Chapter Six: Sleep is Unappreciated!


"I can't believe, I'm doing this." Rachel growled, grabbing her cheap, black coat. Pulling the hood of the jacket over head, she gave a sigh of relief. Her source of insulation was very simple, but it made her fell like she was invisible. It helped her get rid of all those insecurities that she fought so hard to hide.

"Thanks, Rachel." Garfield whispered, burying his head into his hands. She had agreed to buy some proper cough medication for him, because she knew precisely what kind would be the best for him. He had agreed to cover for her while she was gone. 'Why does she wear that hood? It hides her beauty,' Garfield wondered.

"You better be grateful." She snapped, marching out of the library without a word of farewell. The ringing of the bell announced her exiting bodice. However, she got a very unpleasant surprise when she stepped outside. The small amount of color that was instilled in her cheeks, began to drain out of her face with extreme speed.

"Hey boss, look who it is!" The gang she had faced days before stood a arms length away from her, and this time; their was no Victor Stone to come to her rescue. Quickly, she tried to run back into the library; but, she felt a couple of muscular arms wrap around her waist. Like a worm, she began to wiggle, squirm, and fight; None of it was doing her any good. The man's arms began to tighten around her waist making it impossible to inhale air.

"Long time, no see." The gang leader snorted, bringing her face to his. Everything about the gang leaders eye's were cold, black and hollow; they held absolutely no mercy. All the horrible things he had done were refracting off the core of his soul. This man would hold absolutely no mercy. The roughness of his fingers squeezing her sides made her flinch.

"What do you want?" Rachel growled, trying to hide her barking fear. Those eyes were just like her father's, so icy and empty. Painful memories came flooding back, and she jerked her eyes closed. 'No, I won't let this happen.'

"I want you to suffer." Coarsely, he began to yank her towards his car. That auto was the point of no return; if she did not escape before they reached the car, then her face would appear in the mortuary's the next morning. A small pen was hidden into her pocket; it was a mere writing utensil, but simple things could do wonders in desperate situations.

"I don't think so." Rachel growled, sneaking her hand down to her pocket. In a flash, she had the pencil slammed into his temple. She only watched as he slid to the ground, dripping with crimson blood. The men took a moment to stare in disbelief, before they ran over to their master. The second-in-command leaned over the gang leaders body, and he stared at her in horror.

"You killed the boss." He hollered, reaching inside of jacket. A sleek, deadly pistol was placed in front of her very eyes. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, as he pulled back the trigger. Every single crack in the pavement, the clouds of the sky, the feathers on a bird, and even the tiny veins on every single leaf became densely visible. The bullet slowly left the gun, plummeting towards her frail figure. Blackness licked her eyelids as she slid downward onto the pavement.


A soft beeping noise circulated through Rachel's head, increasing her already vibrant headache. Desperately, she tried to force her eyes open, but it felt like her eyelids were being pulled down by a imaginary force. After a few attempts, her eyes slowly began to open. The overhead light burned her sensitive retinas. 'Where am I,' she wondered.

"Good morning." Her heart seemed to leap out of her chest, when she noticed the speaker. Their was a old woman lying in a cot next to her own. A soft smile peeped upon the old lady's lips, as she gave Rachel a gentle smile. None of this information did not reach her brain, and so she stared blankly at the wrinkly figure. A feeling of faintness tickled her brain, so she gently eased herself back into the cot. A sharp pain attacked her side and in her leg as she laid down, making a soft groan float out of her mouth.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" The grandmother asked, watching Rachel's disturbed movements. Nothing seemed alright to her right now; she was in pain, her whole body hurt and she didn't know where the hell she was. At the moment, her thoughts didn't even seem to make any sense. Everything, even the images, were fragmented.

"Where.. I don't…" She whimpered, softly placing her fingers on her temples. It wasn't the pain that was bothering her; she had experienced plenty of agony when she was with her father. It was the confusion, anger and the fear. She was Rachel Roth, and Rachel Roth did not feel these things. It was against her status as a person.

"It's okay darling, I'll go get you a nurse." The old woman responded, softly pushing at a button located on the armrest on the opposite side of her bed. The soft beeping soon changed from annoying to soothing, when Rachel felt her body relax. However, her sleep was interrupted when a lanky nurse scurried into the room.

"You're awake!" The nurse squealed, instantly pulling away all of her drowsiness. All she wanted right now was sleep, even though she was still extremely confused. The nurse began to poke and prod at Rachel, as if she was a new breed of animal. "Can you talk yet?"

"I wouldn't make her speak right now, she seemed to have trouble getting words out earlier. If you ask me, this girl need some nice hot soup." The old lady smiled, giving her a happy glance. A sigh of relief entered her sore, achy muscles; at least they weren't going to make her talk. In a flutter of gentleness, she shut her eyes once again.

"Nah, little missy. You mustn't sleep yet, you have got some visitors coming." The nurse teetered. A moan escaped her lips at the thought. She was not yet ready for Kori's optimistic voice, but she was wondering why she used the plural form for visitors. As for as she knew of, Kori was currently the only friends she had.

"Is that boy with the cute fanny coming? I would like to give him a good spanking!" The wrinkly women asked, liking her lips like she was about to receive a piece of chocolate. The very core of Rachel's heart seemed to have frozen over. Somehow, she knew just who she was talking about.

"No…Not…..Him…" Rachel groaned, her eyes flickering in anger. A little bit of her former spunk was beginning to come back. A headache was already drilling her head open, Garfield Logan would definitely make things much worse.

"Rae! Are you alright?" A loud cry danced around the room, as Garfield charge inside. Immediately, he seized her and enveloped her in a warm embrace. At first the intensity of the hug made her bullet wounds ache with agony, but he had loosened his fingers the moment he felt her tense. She slowly peeled his trembling body off her own; however, he simply refused to let her go. A moan of unhappiness exited her mouth; yet, Gar was as ignorant as always. It was almost like Gar knew precisely when it was possible to annoy her the most.

"How's she doing?" Gar asked, softly easing himself away from Rachel. Slowly, she eased herself back into her bed. Maybe she could finally get some rest now.

"Friend Rachel, are you ill?" Kori screamed, running through the door. Richard Grayson also strutted in the room behind the green-eyed girl, but he kept his distance. The redheaded girl also seized her, and brought her into a hug. Unlike Gar, she was not a gentle hugger. The ability to breath left her body, making her face turn desperately blew. Everyone gave a concerned look at Rachel, when her already pale face began to get paler.

"I think you choking her!" Garfield cried, running towards Kori in alarm. Immediately she pulled away from her, allowing Rachel to finally catch her breath. Everything seemed to overwhelming, she couldn't even remember why she was in the hospital in the first place.

"My apologies." Kori whimpered, blushing furiously. A click could be heard from outside the room, and a very tall man entered the scene. Now even that guy, Victor Stone, had bothered to come visit her. "I have somebody, I would like you to meet. This is my boyfriend Richard."

"Hello." Richard greeted, bobbing his head carelessly. A faint pain entered her side again, so she slowly shut her eyes. The pain was growing; she was in definite need of some rest. Things were getting to the point where she could no longer handle things. Sleep was way to underappreciated.

"Here." Gar whispered, slowly grasping onto her hand. It was warm and comforting, but she still pulled away. It felt odd to be touched like that. The only boyfriend she had ever had was Malchior; nobody in the right mind would bring up Malchior in front of her. At least, he was now in a mental hospital far, far away.

"No...……..Fuck……You….." Rachel moaned, grimacing in pain. The nurse immediately began worry; it was obviously time for everyone to leave. The pupil's of her eyes were covered in glistening eyes, covering up the fierceness that her eyes usually held.

"I think it's time for y'all to go. The poor little dear has been in a coma for two weeks, and it's going to be awhile before any long talks are possible!" The nurse twittered, quickly shooing everybody out of the room. Sadly, Gar watched himself being torn away from her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rae! I even got some new jokes for you!" Garfield whispered, hesitantly giving her shoulder lightly. He could have sworn that she had almost smiled, but whatever had been on her face disappeared like the wind.

"Yep, that boy sure got a nice booty." The old lady laughed, also curling up in her bed.


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