Chapter 11

Previously on ´Lawyer Chandler´

And I just couldn't help but wonder why Vincent Keller came into my room in the middle of the night…

Catherine's POV

I called out for him, once, twice, but he wouldn't answer.

Things became weird when I got up from my bed, stepped closer toward where he stood before- and found the door closed.

"Vincent!" I whispered.

If this wasn't a clear sign of the fact, that the painkillers started to affect my brain functions, than what would?!

I mentally scolded myself; as if Vincent would come to your room in the middle of the night.

´Please, Chandler! Hallucinations about Vincent?!

Ok, Vincent wasn't here but I couldn't get this last lines of his diary entry out of my head, no matter how hard I tried to sleep.

An hour later I picked it up again and continued reading.

… One program is called Muirfield, JT tried to find out about them and told me to think about it, in case that I really planned to join the army.

What would I leave behind? Alex, the wedding, my parents. This has to be something, right?

I looked the program up online, yesterday. A general, Lee Zhao, is building up a special forces group, based on his research about the changes in the human body, induced through injections of technically modified adrenaline. Those soldiers would be stronger, better, because their body would learn to use his energy reserves better.

I do understand, why JT wants me to participate. It really does sound impressive to be almost invincible...

The entry ended here and I found myself surprised and worried at the some time. I just had to continue reading to find out which choice Vincent made all those years ago.

The date of the following entry was weird: 11/ 25 / 2008.

Well, this was interesting going to be interesting.

To see the date of the last entry brings a lot of emotions back, even after so many years have passed. I decided to start writing again to remember what happened, but also to remember to never forget it. Flashes of my time in the program just keep coming back.

I remember a woman, Vanessa. She injected us and I remember that she watched over us during our training sessions.

I remember how we fought, how I changed. The only thing I can t remember is how the hell Zach and I escaped the death- command, how we survived this hell.

I remember Vanessa warning us, the fact, that we owe her our lives. After she died I secretly attended her funeral to thank her one last time. Right now I can't see any option, that would make it possible for me, to let my family and JT know, that I survived, that I'm alive and right here in New York.

12/ 7 / 2008

JT knows now. He is the only one and he almost died of a heart attack, when I showed up at his apartment. But he has to be the only one. It's easier and everyone who knows, is in danger or could betray me. We analyzed my blood and right now we have to try and understand what happened to me before we can start to find a cure.

And I swear, to fully understand this, I'm gonna need time. It seems pretty hard to believe, that those ´adrenaline injections´ actually changed my DNA.

Page 10 ended and I had to put the diary down. He was right – this was pretty hard to believe.

I had stopped reading and was now aware of how tired I felt after all of that.

But the things I read, the way it made me feel, followed me into my dreams.

´I know why I woke up, the second I do. I get up to go to the bathroom. The door is closed but not locked. I open it and must have missed the sound of the water, the sound of the shower. But now, that I see Vincent's n*** back through the lightly steamed up glass walls of the shower, I certainly don't mind.

Those firemen on the calendar at Tess´ apartment are lousy, compared to my sight right now.

He turns and I freeze. He isn't alone, in fact he is kissing a woman.

They look at me directly and the redhead asks:" And who are you?" `

"Catherine, come on! You need to wake up!"`

I opened my eyes and was welcomed by Vincent, leaning over me and a piercing pain in my ribcage.

My hands flew to my wound and pressed against it do ease the pain, only that it didn't work.

Something just felt completely wrong, I tried to breathe the pain away, which made things only worse and lifted my s*** up.

This would have been funny: Vincent in front of me, his hair still wet from showering, watching me undressing myself.

It would be, if it wasn't painful.

"Vincent, help me!" I cried.

The bandage over the left side of my chest was soaked with blood.

Vincent's POV

"Ok, Cat, listen to me!"

Her face was distorted with pain. "Will you let me take a look at the wound?"

What a question, Dr. Keller. She had to, if she didn't want to bleed out.

We had no time to waste now and I ran to the bathroom for some material to redress her wound.

"Catherine, you're gonna be ok!" Honestly? I wasn't so sure about that, given the amount of blood she had lost and the colour of her skin: paper white.

She had lifted her shirt and I carefully pulled the material away to take a look at the wound.

"Ok, a stitch broke! Good news is, most of the blood already dried!"

Her hands were shaking and she was sweating now.

"I'll give you something against the shock, ok?"

She nodded but opened her eyes wide in shock, when I filled the syringe and cleaned the skin on her arm to inject her.

"Wait, no! NO, no, no, Vincent. What are you doing?!"

"Please, Catherine, it'll help you!"

I softly caressed her cheek. She needed to trust me with this.

After the injection she closed her eyes and the slow change of her facial impression was recognizable after a minute.

She looked more relaxed now. When the wound was cleaned up and redressed, she just opened her eyes and murmured a short "Thank you!", before I left to let her sleep it off.

This would need time, Catherine, her wound and I for myself, to deal with everything.

I sat down at the couch, head in hands, a bottle of cold water pressed against the skin of my forehead.

The knocks on my front door brought me back out of my thoughts, I opened:

"Tori?!" She came in, not asking for permission.

"Oh, Vincent, I just needed to see you!" She stretched the words ´needed´ and ´see´ unnaturally, smiled, pushed me back against the wall, her hands on my chest.

I was surprised, too surprised to act.

This wasn't good. I wasn't alone and that's, why Tori had to leave.

"Now that you say it, No! No, I'm not happy to see you."

My rejection mirrored on her face, sadly not the way I hoped it would.

Instead of just walking away, she freed her wrists from my grip, took a step forward and kissed me, hard.

Catherine's POV

Whatever Vincent gave me, it definitely helped.

Getting up didn't hurt this time and I could breathe freely again.

The bathroom was pretty far away and I called Vincent to help me walk.

When he didn't answer, I got up on my own, used the wall to support my weight and went to the hallway.

Oh, no! This wasn't supposed to happen: Vincent was standing in the kitchen, kissing the girl from my dream, the redhead, Tori!

No, this wasn't happening. This just showed once more, how stupid I am for trusting the people I fall for. This time Vincent was the one, who hurt me and made me cry.

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