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So enough of the crape, I'll start writing, OWH! I made it 'till chapter 30!
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Chapter 30) Parent talk.
It took them some time to get El to the truck. Thankfully he had parked the car almost on the veranda, but it was still a very hard job to get him there. Even with the two of them it was an almost impossible mission.
After half an hour, much cursing and yelling they managed to place El on the backseat of the truck. Lizz panted and brushed away the hair that had fallen in her face during the process. She sat down on the driver's seat and sighed. Next to her Sands sat down, also heavily panting. "Fucking Christ, I'm never doing that ever again." He wiped away the sweat on his forehead. "I'm going to kill him as soon as we're at the doctor!"
She started the car. "Don't cheer to soon, we still have to get there." He muttered some curses and glared at her. Lizz looked right into the hollow eye sockets. She swallowed. "Here." She grabbed into her pocket and pulled out his sunglasses. Slowly she pushed the dark glasses in his hand. "I guess you want these back."
A little shocked he looked at her, opened his mouth, then grabbed the glasses and turned his head away. Lizz looked at him for a moment then looked down unease. She hated the fact that he still was ashamed whenever she saw him without the glasses. As if she would scream in horror or make fun of him.
'To bad he still doesn't understand that,' she bit her lip and made a memo she had to stop that childish habit for once and for all. She grabbed the wheel, looked into the window and saw El looked horrible pale and hadn't moved since they placed him in the car. 'No time to lose.' She turned the car and hit the road.
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After half an hour or so she drove into the city and without any accidents, killing or any other crape she normally landed in she found a small hospital. It lay right in front of the fountain with the statue of the old prick. She smiled relieved.
"We made it Sands!" She laugh. " We made it to the hospital."
He tensed. "Hospital?"
"DUH!" She kicked the door open and jumped into the Mexican warmth. "And we didn't even get someone killed!" She opened the door and looked at El. She pushed back his hair behind his ears and she frowned. "I'm getting some help from the hospital, I don't think we'll be able to walk him into the building. You stay here okay?" Without waiting for an answer she closed the door and hurried to the hospital. Inside she found some male nurse and explained without difficulty what was going on, sparing him all the many details, she wasn't that stupid.
Two man ran out to the car and carried El into the hospital.
Lizz picked up El's wallet from the ground and was about to run after them. She had already started walking to the hospital again, then remember Sands was still in the car. She cursed, turned around and ran back to the car. Panting she opened the door. "Sands are ya coming or what!"
Silence, not even a movement from the man she was looking at.
She glared at him and sat besides him. "C'mon Sands, please, don't be your annoying stubborn little self and get your ass in action!"
Still no action from him. She frowned. He was sitting totally silent, she wasn't even sure he was breathing. It seemed he was staring at the hospital in front of him, dead pale.
This frightened her a little. "Sands? Why aren't you screaming at me for calling you stubborn and ordering you around?"
Finally he let out a very soft cry, almost inaudible. She noticed his nails were digging into the palms of his left hands. "I'm not going back there, Lizz." He took a shaky breath. "She died in there. Everything got so fucking fucked up after I went in there. I'm not going back in there ever again."
All of a sudden she felt very sad. "I'm sorry. I hadn't thought about that." He just shrugged.
"Can we go now, please?" He looked slightly at her. "You can pick a place to go, I don't mind, I just don't want to be here."
She nodded quietly, not knowing how to react to this sad little puppy. It was almost freighting how he could act so different from time to time. About one hour ago he had told her coldly he didn't give a damn about her and only saw her as an annoying little kid, but right after that he had saved her life. Why couldn't he just pick an attitude and stick with it!
She was about to start the car and remembered why they were here in the first place. She stared at the hospital. "What about El."
He laughed coldly. "You think I give a shit about what will happen to that fuckmook?"
"No but…" She stopped, knowing it was impossible to talk him into anything that was about saving El. "I'll drive you to a motel."
He nodded silently, still staring at the hospital.
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"We're here." She said, pulling over.
It was the first thing she had said since they drove away from the hospital. It was beginning to get scary, normally she couldn't been hushed by anything in the world.
He nodded, not in the mood to say anything. They stepped out and he let the girl guide him into the hotel. He got placed next to the counter, at least that was what he thought. The girl started talking to who was probably the manger, about renting a room. He heard her whisper about El's money and he felt the urge to snap something at her for being so god damn honest. But he kept quiet, even scaring himself a bit.
"Are you coming?" She asked, pushing him slightly forward. This time he didn't even nod, just did what was told. They walked up a stairs and he counted the steps and did the same with the hallway.
"We're in front of the door. We have room 409." He heard the wrecking sound of a un-oiled door. "It's pretty small, one large bed, a TV, two chairs , table, and a small bathroom." He received a gentle push and he stepped in. Slowly, feeling very disorientated he reached around, hoping to find the bed by himself.
And, thank god, he did. After a couple of shaky steps he felt the bed and sat down. He heard Lizz walk around him in the room placing some things down on the ground besides the bed.
"You think you're gonna be okay?" She asked zipping her jacket shut.
'No'. "Yeah, off course I will." He heard she doubted his answer in the way she was moving.
"Okay, then I'll be going, I have to check if El is alright." She pushed a jar in his hands. "If it comes back, take two pills. Not more than two, understand?"
"No, I think they drilled the brain too, can you please say it again." He kicked his boots off. "Owh, wait, maybe you should write it down, wouldn't that be a dandy idea!"
Somehow he know her mouth dropped open. "Ha.Ha. You're to funny."
"Damn, right I am." He replied grinning. He heard her sigh and walk to the door. His heartbeat fasted up. 'Fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck!' "So when will you be back?" He tried to sound as uncaring as he possibly could.
"I dunno, can take some time. I don't know where El is and how bad his condition is. But I'll try to be back as soon as I can."
"Well, take your time luv, it's not like you have to baby-sit me!" He sneered. 'fucker, why did you say that! You don't want her to leave! IDIOT! Fuck! I don't want to be alone!'
"Okay…" She said opening the door. "Just remember, two pills."
"I know!" He snapped. "Don't be shocked and drop dead on the floor in surprise, but I can count!"
"Right… Well, bye." He heard the door slam shut.
Uncomfortably he placed his legs on the bed. He pushed himself against the wall behind the bed and wished he knew the time. He reached out in his pocket and opened the cigarette pack. He noticed he was almost out of cigarettes and cursed, pushing the pack back into his pocket.
"Fucking peachy, now I'm here stuck in a shitty motel while she's getting the fun of seeing El in pain." He moaned. "Life is a bitch." He placed his head against the wall and tried to relax.
After realising it didn't work he lighted one of his last cigarettes. 'She better buys me some cigarettes on her way back!'
'Aww, poor Shelly, you really think she's coming back? That's so cute and naïve…'
"Fuck you!" He rubbed his head. "She told me she would come back."
'Shell, think! She can choose between El Mariachi, a legendary gunfighter. A man of his word, an honest and noble man. And then there is you. Mister idiotica. The guy who treats her like shit, tells her he hates her all the time, a man who doesn't give a shit about her. Now for what kind of guy would you choose, Shelly?'
He froze. 'She wouldn't do that… she couldn't!'
'Uhu, she would Shel. I'm sure she's sitting in the car right now, smiling and cheering, 'cause she dumped you. Must be a big relieve for her, having ditched the psychotic blind killing junk.'
"No, she wouldn't do that. She's not like that." With shaking fingers he placed the cigarette between his lips and inhaled deeply. "She wouldn't do that to me."
"Right Sands… didn't you learn anything about people? They make you believe in them and when you're useless to them they move on and leave you behind. Or, they drill your eyes out…"
"She will come back." He said, trying to convince the voice and himself.
"Shell, why don't you listen to me anymore? I always said the right things. Where did it go wrong? Speaking of listening… I still need to punish you for disobeying me..."
"NO!" He jumped up. "No don't! I'm sorry, I'll listen to you. Don't let the bad evil man come back!"
"I'm afraid I don't have a chose dear Shelly. You need to get punished and your daddy really wants to see you again…"
He felt himself getting cold. "No." He whispered.
"No?" It started to laugh. "Shel, you think you have a chose in this!"
"Yes." He felt around and found the jar. "I have."
It was silent for a second. "Shel, if you take the pills you're weak, even lower then a junky."
"I don't give a fuck, everything is better than let a voice in my head live my life!" Slowly he opened the jar and took the first pill. "See if you can get me after this fucker!" Right after that he took another pill.
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Lizz was on her way back from the hospital. The doctors had told her El was going to be okay. There was nothing important damaged, he only lost much blood. Therefore they wanted to keep him in the hospital for a few days.
Relieved about knowing El would be alright she park the car across the motel. She picked up a small leather purse she just bought together with the food and stepped out.
She said a fast 'hello' to the man at the counter and walked up the stairs. When she pushed the keys in the lock she took a deep breath. ' I swear if you start to yell at me right away I'm going to smack him!'. With that promise she pushed open the door.
A gasp escaped her lips when she saw the small table in the middle of the room in pieces. "God damn it Sands!" She yelled. "You're going to pay for that… as soon as you have any money!"
Muttering she walked in dropped the purse and picked up the pieces of the table. "Jesus, what did you do, dive into the damn thing!"
Angry she stood up with one of the table legs in her hand. "Can you at least say something." She turned around and looked through the room. She frowned when she didn't see Sands. "Sands?" She dropped the table leg. 'Owh jeez where is he!'
She looked under the bed and called a couple of times. But no answer. 'Shit! He wouldn't have gone away, right!' she thought walking to the bathroom door. She opened the door and switched the light on. Her eyes winded. "SANDS!"
A couple of steps in front of her he was laying on the floor shaking violently. She hurried to him and kneeled besides him. "Sands! Say something!" When she didn't receive an answer she slowly turned him around so he was facing her. "Sands, c'mon say something." Then her eyes focused on the jar in his right hand. The thing was half empty.
She held her hand in front of her mouth and started to shake Sands. "C'mon please wake up, please wake up!"
Slowly there came a small movement and he moaned softly.
'Thank god, he isn't in a coma.' She touched his forehead and noticed he was freezing. Again she shook him. "Sands can you hear me?"
His head turned a little to her and he nodded slowly. She smiled relieved. "You have to get to bed, you're dead cold."
He looked ashamed up to her. "I can't walk. Everything is spinning."
"That's okay, I'll help." She said gently. She placed her hand behind his head and behind his back. "Try to get up." He nodded and she pushed him up. Immediate he started to curse and stroke over his temple.
"How many pills did you take Sands?" She asked concerned.
He growled and looked angry up to her. "Can you not fucking talk so loud!" He pulled his knees up against his chest. "Now go away!"
Lizz looked at the man in front of her. He looked like total crap, very pale, hair a total mess and still shivering badly. "Sands, I'm not going away."
"Fuck you." His head lowered. "You just did. You left me here with him."
She bit her lip. "I'm sorry Sands I though-"
He interrupted her. "Don't think! It's not good for both of us." He tried to turn away from her, but was to sick to move. "Leave me alone."
'C'mon don't make me feel so guilty.' "Don't talk shit Sands." She kneeled beside him and grabbed his shoulder. "Get up."
A little shocked he glared at her. "I don't-"
"Shut up, listen to me and get up." She snapped, pushing against his shoulder. "I'm not letting you die here on the cold floor."
"No it's much better to die in a cosy warm bed." He muttered back, but surprisingly he moved and tried to get up. She used all her power to get him on his feet and almost lost her own balance.
"No this is so much better." He sneered panting heavily. "Feeling your head explodes, standing, is a whole new experience…"
Lizz rolled with her eyes. "Can you please keep that sarcastic comment for yourself, I'm trying to save your life here."
"And so far you're doing just a fabulous job…" Again his sarcasm wasn't to miss. Without saying anything, knowing it would only encourage his sarcasm, she pushed him forwards. He took a step and almost fell forwards. Just in time she could pull him back on his feet. "Brilliant, with your help I might get a fucking brain concussion, goody."
"Don't talk, just move." She ordered and pushed him forward again. This time he was able to walk until the door, but then suddenly stopped. "I think I need to puke." Before he could finish his line he throw up and Lizz looked away. For one last time he gagged and hold himself up against the wall. "Sorry." He whispered ashamed.
"That's okay." She said softly. He nodded obviously embarrass by his action. "Let's go."
She walked him to the bed and he lied down exhausted.
Lizz looks concerned at him. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got skullfucked with a shotgun." He mumbled back. "In case you missed my dedicated hint, that mean I feel like shit."
Lizz choose to ignore his last snap at her and moved on to the next subject. "How many pills did you take?"
His head cocked up. "Does it matter? The damage is done, half of the stuff is out lying on the bathroom floor and…" He paused. "If you skip the vomiting and feeling dead sick part, it's almost a good thing." He pointed up. "I can see colours right now. There're not very clear but they are there. I can see. I see red and purple." He looked a little up. "And green and yellow." He turned to her. "Do you know how beautiful colours are?"
She bit her lip. "Sands…"
"No, don't hush me kid. You don't know how it is to be trapped in the dark. So don't nag about the pills, just fuck off!" To prove his point he crossed his arms.
"No you fuck off! I nearly got a heart-attack when I saw you laying half dead on the floor and I saved your life! So at least be grateful!"
"Grateful for what! Getting kicked up and dropped on a bed is not half as cosy as I wanted!"
"I didn't kick you!"
"Alright missy precise! But you so did push me!"
"Yeah, to get you up, 'cause you have to much drugs in your blood that you're to fucked up to get up on your own!"
"I'm not that fucked up, right now, and don't copy my words!"
"They're not your words and yes you're very fucked at the moment… fuckmook!"
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you too!"
"I'd love to!"
"That's sick Sands!"
"I AM sick!"
"I meant it in the perverted kind of way!"
"Yes I get that, that's calls sarcasm, annoying little brat!"
"Don't call me names!"
"Or what! You're gonna tell your mommy!"
Silence.
Sands frowned. 'What the fight wasn't fun anymore?' " Hello, it's your turn, stay alert girly, could save your life one day."
"Don't talk about my mom!" She finally snapped after a very long pause.
'Owh gosh I hit the wrong button.' He grinned. "C'mon girly don't act so childish."
"I'm not acting childish!" There was some pain in her voice, funny how you could hear those small things after you had your eyes ripped out of your skull.
"And my 'mommy' wouldn't even give a shit if I was about to get hit by a truck, as long she had her drinks…" The bitterness in her voice wasn't to miss. It made him feel a little guilty.
"So you hate her then?" he asked a bit uncomfortable.
"No she's my mom… it's just..." A sight. "I dunno, she wasn't there for me, you know. If she just would have been a little more of a mother, I wouldn't have to be-"
Sands swallowed. "Here."
A pause. "No… be so grown up. I wanna be a normal girl. Since I was five or so I had to take care of myself, 'cause she was so god damn busy with drinking. I never could be a kid, or a teen."
Sands listened thinking back at his own youth. "Yeah, parents can be a bummer…"
Strange and short ending I know, but I'm up to 3000 words and I wanna update!
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