"Worick?" Amelia spoke up, tearing the blond's male eyes... or eye from the book he was reading. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean, Amy?" Worick cocked an eyebrow confused at the question.
"Don't act dumb. There's been way too much activity lately. Break ins, murders- even some twilights have turned up dead. There was that robbery just down the street yesturday. Is all this related to what you and Danny were talking about?" She asked worriedly. What if this place got hit when no one was home? What if Nic was attacked? She knew very well he could take care of himself but she still worried.
Worick sighed and shut his book. Amelia knew she figured something out when he did that. She was right about something. She leaned forward slightly, eager to hear what was happening and if she could have any fun.
"It's nothing you need to worry about. Just do the jobs we get hired for and focus on that. Nic and I will take care of anything big," Worick said after a moment of hesitation. Amelia thought he might actually include her but she was wrong.
The girl pouted and sighed. "But I don't want you two to get hurt," she muttered looking down and pursing her lips. "You know I can help. Why can't you just tell me what's up? I can help," she whined softly, irritated with Worick's protectiveness.
"Look, I know you can help that's why I said you can work the normal jobs," he tried to reason with her although he knew how stubborn she could get.
"Ugh! You're so difficult," she grunted standing up and stomping over to the top of the stairs before turning back. "You're no different from the day we met- no different from three years ago," she snapped before heading down the stairs with a stomp.
Nic was no where to be seen but Amelia hadn't noticed. She was just trying to get away from Worick before she actually got upset. She knew she shouldn't be getting upset just because Worick was worrying about her. It just felt like he didn't believe she could stick up for herself even though she could probably take him out in a minute easy.
She sat on the arm of the big chair and sighed, running her fingers through her hair softly. She just wanted to help. Why didn't Worick trust her? It just annoyed her.
Amelia jumped, gasping in surprise as a lock of her hair was tugged at. She looked up to see Nic. He was shirtless with a towel hanging around his neck. His hair was dripping wet, indicating he had just showered.
'What's wrong?' he signed, furrowing his brows together in what could easily be mistaken for a glare but Amelia knew he was showing concern in his own way.
Amelia thought for a moment, unsure of what exactly to say to Nic. As she thought, a crease formed in her forehead like it always did when she thought so hard. 'Well... it's nothing. Just worried about you... both of you,' she signed back, standing up and turning towards the taller male. He was short for the average guy but she was short for the average girl so it turned out fine.
Her response seemed to confuse him. 'Worried?' he asked, his brows furrowed now in confusion instead of concern.
'It's nothing. I...' she sighed heavily trying to come up with the words. This must be way worse for Nic when he's forced to speak. At least she knew how to make the signs. She just didn't know what to say without sounding pathetic. 'I'm worried about whatever you guys are keeping from me. W-O-R-I-C-K said you guys can handle it but I can't help it.'
She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and sighed. Sitting back down on the arm of the chair, he wrang her hands together, trying to get over her worries. Seeing hands in her face she looked up to look at Nic's next sign.
'We'll be ok. Let us protect you.' Nic signed a bit harder than usual, showing Amelia that they were both worried and just wanted to keep her safe. When she didn't reply, Nic continued. 'If we need your help we'll tell you. We won't kill ourselves.'
That made Amelia frown slightly, the crease in her forehead becoming deeper. Why did he have to say that? Now she was thinking about them dying. She felt a thumb on her forehead and looked up as Nic seemed to smooth out the crease.
'What was that for?' She asked confused.
'You get this crease in you forehead whenever you're worried.' He signed, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. He though it was cute... but he wouldn't tell her that.
Amelia blushed a cute pink before covering her forehead with one hand. "Ah, that's embarrassing," she pouted slightly and fell back into the chair before looking up at Nic. Why couldn't he put a shirt on before leaving the bathroom. He was too hot to be strutting around like that. It really teased Amelia. She knew him and Worick were used to it just being the two guys and didn't care about seeing each other shirtless but still her and Alex were living there now.
Now that she thought about it, she wasn't that nice to the boys 3 years ago either. She could remember a few times when she walked around with just an oversized shirt and boyshort underwear on. She never really thought of it in the moment. It was normal for them.
'Can I just lay here for a bit? I wont get in the way, I promise.' She signed with a soft smile. Earning a nod from Nic, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She let out a relaxing breath and just turned off her mind. She needed to sleep before withdrawl kicked in. She didn't want to take any Celebrer right now even if she knew she was due for her next dose. If she could just go to sleep she wouldn't have to worry...
Before long, all sound faded and her mind went numb as she entered a deep sleep.
"... Celebrer... not good... skipping... withdrawl..." There were several voices around her. It took her a minute to recognize Worick's voice. He rarely sounded so serious. Something must have happened to make him sound like that. Then she realized she heard Dr. Theo, too. Why was he here? He didn't come by often.
Damn her head hurt. The lights seemed bright. Nic's basement was never bright. It didn't have any windows afterall. She could barely open her eyes from the deep slumber, groaning slightly as she tried to fully wake up.
It took her a few minutes to really open her eyes and realize she was no longer in Nic's basement or Benriya's apartment for that matter. She was in one of Dr. Theo's clinic beds. What happened?
Movement caught her eye from the side of the bed. She slowly turned to see the dark haired twilight signing something. Her vision was still a little blurry so she couldn't quite figure it out. "Can't... Nic... I can't see... the signs... good enough." She hoped he could see her lips moving. She couldn't even tell if she was muttering or not.
" 'ou go through 'ithdwa'th," his uneven, raspy voice reached her ears and she took a moment to put his words together despite the slight lisp he had.
"Withdrawls?" She asked, cocking a brow slightly only to get a nod. "Shit... Worick's gonna kick my ass," she laughed softly before groaning. Her vision was clearing up finally and she could see the look of worry in Nic's face.
"Hell yea I'm gonna kick your ass," Worick snapped as he tore open the curtain and walked up beside Nic who was sitting on a chair. "Why didn't you just tell us you were running low on Celebrer? You know we can get you stuff," he chided the woman. He looked pissed. Amelia knew he was just worrying like he did when Nic overdosed but she didn't like when Worick yelled at her or gave her that look. She felt like a little girl again.
"I'm sorry. I thought I could make it last a bit longer," she said quietly. She chewed the inside of her cheek nervously. She remembered last time this happened. Worick got just as mad then as he was now.
"You mean by skipping doses again?" He narrowed those blue eyes of his and sighed. "Between Nic overdosing and you never taking your doses... I swear you two are trying to kill yourselves."
That stung. The sadness that flashed in Worick's eyes at the idea of either of them dying really hurt Amelia. It made her feel bad but yet she continued to skip doses. She knew Nic was the same way. He felt bad when Worick got like this on him but yet he kept overdosing.
"I'll do better next ti-"
"You nearly gave Nic a heart attack. You were laying on his chair when you suddenly started convulsing. You scared me because you started yelling and groaning from the pain. There won't be a next time. You just need to take your damn pills when they are required," he explained sternly. He was just trying to get it through Amelia's head that she could die. "Just because you don't have tags doesn't mean you aren't a Twilight and aren't vulnerable to the same things other Twilights are. You're 26. Twilights start dying after this point. If you keep doing this you'll be lucky to see 30."
Amelia grit her teeth and blinked away the tears threatening to fall over her eyes. "Yelling at me won't change anything. Even if I take the pills I'm not garunteed any kind of life span. I've had death as a threat from the moment I was born. I've accepted dying at 30. Maybe you just need to accept it now," she snapped back. She hated when Worick did that. She knew she was going to die. She knew she was never going to grow old with someone. She would be lucky if she got another 5 years. She knew all this.
She huffed in frustration and rolled over, gritting her teeth at the slight pain in her joints. She didnt want to look at Worick anymore. She just wanted to be left alone to cool down. She heard Worick leave and close the curtain. She had assumed Nic had left too but then she felt a hand in her hair. Big fingers, lacing through her blonde locks. She just smiled softly and closed her eyes. She loved having her hair played with. It was so calming.
'He remembered.'
The next time Amelia woke up, she was sent home with the handymen. They gave her new pills and sent them home for her to sleep. She would probably be sleeping all day so Worick gave her his own bed.
Nicolas and his blond partner were sitting on the couches. Nic was drinking his Perrier water while Worick complained about Amelia. He somewhat paid attention since Worick was using sign language. He often forgot to use sign language so he obviously wanted the Twilight to listen.
"I don't get why she doesn't realize I'm just worried. She's going to die if she doesn't take her celebrer. I just don't understand why she doesn't care," he huffed in frustration, signing in hard, choppy movements as he spoke. "I mean really? She just skips her doses like she did when we first met her. She was getting better before she left-"
'No she wasn't.'
Worick looked up confused at the sudden signs Nic made. "What?" He looked at the tag as if he had two heads.
'She wasn't getting better. She was still skipping her doses. She just didn't show the withdrawl signs as much. She never got to the convulsions because she got better at detecting them before they happened.' Nic signed, getting just as choopy and harsh as he went on. He couldn't believe Worick hadn't even noticed and now he was bitching about her 'suddenly relapsing'.
'I didn't notice anything... She seemed normal to me...' Worick chose to sign now, seeing how heated Nic was getting.
'She was just as bad when she left as she was when we met her. Maybe if you actually paid attention to her-'
'I paid attention to her.' Worick jumped in to defend himself, surprised that Nic was actually getting a little upset.
'Yea, her body.' Nic rolled his eyes in annoyance and even made a slight noise in his throat that might have been a grunt or a scoff.
'It's not like you treated her the best either. You think she liked being your second choice? Your rebound?' Worick retorted roughly.
Nic obviously wasn't happy to be reminded of his own faults, gritting his teeth and scrunching up his face in distaste. He didn't like when people put it like that. He knew what he did wasn't right but he realized that by now along with other things. But in his mind he was still better than Worick. To the tag, Worick used her like a play thing.
"What..." a small voice came from the doorway, causing Worick to turn to look at the woman. "What is your relationship with Amelia?" Alex blurted out nervously.
She had been watching their signs for a little while, picking up enough to understand what they were fighting about. She couldn't even think before blurting out the question she had wanted to ask ever since Amelia came to live with them.
Nic caught enough of the question on her lips to quickly lose interest. He got up with a grunt and disappeared down the stairs. He didn't care if Worick told Alex everything as long as he didn't have to be there.
"I guess you have the right to know," Worick said softly, patting a seat beside him.
Ok sorry if this wasn't really interesting to some of you. It was really just based around Amelia and the handymen's past with her. Next chapter I think will just be a big flash back or two explaining their relationship. I hope that's good enough for you guys. I'll try to get more action in it again and develop the conflict soon.
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February 12, 2016
