"Jean, how could you be so hurtful to Silas?" she asked him.
"Silas?" Jean said, "what kind of a name is that? Reminds me of a snake."
"I'll have you know it's english, and it means brave," Genevieve said, "I honestly don't know why I've fallen for you, Jean! That was so mean and inconsiderate!"
"Look, after you pranced off into the park, I couldn't find you, did you know how worried I was? Do you call that inconsiderate!?" Jean yelled at her.
"No, I call that possessive!"
"Oh, why do you have you be so difficult?"
"Why do you have to be so rude?"
"I wasn't rude," Jean said, "how could you like a guy like that? Did you not see his skin colour? White as the snow. That's abnormal!"
"That is not his fault!" Genevieve cried.
"He's hideous! Why save him?"
"Because he was hurt, Jean! No body deserves to die from a cold, unmerciful bullet wound!"
"That disgusting monster does!"
"Jean, that is-"
"No, look, Genny, just promise me not to go near him again. End of story."
"No! End of relationship!" Genevieve yelled.
Jean looked stumped. "A... Are you dumping me?"
Genevieve looked at him. "I see your ego didn't swallow up the last of your brains!" She gave him one last dirty look, and walked off to find a hotel to stay in.
--
Silas woke up. He felt well enough to get up and walk around. The nurse told him he had to take the IV around with him though.
Silas got up and went off to try and find Bishop Aringarosa. He prayed nothing serious had become of him.
--
Manuel Aringarosa was sitting in his hospital bed, watching Sir Leigh Teabing being arrested on the television.
"That traitor would never give us the Grail..." he mumbled, "not in a million years."
There suddenly was a heavy knock at the door.
"Come in!" Aringarosa called.
In stepped a huge albino with blood red eyes, a bandaged chest, and he was draggin an IV around with him.
"Silas! My child! Thank the lord you're alright!" Aringarosa cried, happily.
Silas took a seat near the bed. "Father," he said, "I was in the park and I was rescued."
"Rescued?" Aringarosa said, suprised, "by who?"
"A woman named Genevieve," Silas answered. He seemed happy to be alive, but the bishop saw a great deal of sadness in Silas' eyes.
"What is the matter?" he asked, "you seem awfully sad for someone who just got saved."
Silas sighed. "Everything's wrong! The Teacher betrayed us, the Grail is out of our hands, and Genevieve's boyfriend, Jean, hates me!"
Aringarosa raised his eyebrows. "Silas, look at the television, and you'll see this so-called wonderful teacher now." Silas turned and saw an old man, struggling as he got forced into the police car. That was the same man that bound him with duct tape and threw him in the back of his car ealier!
"As for the Grail and the woman's boyfriend," Aringarosa continued, "it wasn't your fault, Silas. This was all the doing of the Teacher. He's to blame for not delivering us the Grail, not you. If those other two-" he gestured to Langdon and Sofie watching Teabing struggle. "- find the grail, let those fools believe it. There's nothing we can do about it..."
Silas nodded. "I understand."
"And don't fret about the woman's boyfriend," Aringarso told him, "what exactly did he say to you?"
"Not exactly to me," Silas said, "he said to Genevieve that I was a skinny, pale rat."
"Oh, rubbish!" Aringarso said, "have I not always told you that you are an angel? That you are beautiful?"
Silas nodded.
"Then let that idiot think what he wants to think. Did the girl insult you too?"
"No," Silas said, "acctually, she was against everything he said..."
"Well, there you go," Aringarosa smiled, "go back to your room now and rest, my son. You barely escaped death today, and you need your rest."
Silas was about to get up, but he suddenly remember what had happened before he was saved.
"Father!" he said, "I-I shot you. I'm so, so sorry! I-"
Aringarosa raised his hand to silence Silas. "It was a accident, Silas," he said, "a complete accident. The lord is forgiving."
Silas smiled. "Thank you, Father."
--
Genevieve sat on the bed of her hotel room. She just had it up to here with Jean, and how he acted towards Silas was strike three.
She still thought about him after she left the hospital.
Silas... Genevieve thought ... What a perfect name... always did remind me of God...
Genevieve stopped herself. Why was she dwelling on Silas?
Well, you knid of did save him, Genny, she told herself.
Yes, but why dwell on his name?
Because you like the name?
I never heard it before.
Genevieve stopped again. "Fighting with myself," she laughed,"how silly is that?"
She looked at the clock laying on the table. Three o' clock. Yes, it had now been an hour since she had left Jean.
Genevieve got angry at the thought of her ex-boyfriend.
"I've always been annoyed with him being prejudice, but this had gone far enough," she told herslef.
Genevieve sighed. She hadn't eaten lunch yet, so she got up and went down to the hotel's restraunt to eat.
--
Silas had fall into a confused sleep. What an adventure the past two days had been.
He killed five people, was kidnapped and brought to England, got shot, shot the bishop, and nearly died, but was rescued.
Nobody besides the bishop had ever done that for me, Silas thought as he fell asleep.
Silas had never really taken notice to women. They weren't as important as men in Opus Dei. They couldn't even go through the main entrance to get into an Opus Dei headquarters.
But why even bother to take notice? Silas had chosen never to fall in love, get married, or have children, what did he need a woman in his life for?
Well, if you think about it, they can be important, a voice in Silas' head said, a woman pulled you away from death today.
That's diffrent, Silas thought. I only appreciate her because she saved my life. She probably won't see me again. She won't miss me, and I won't miss her.
Hey, you never know, that stupid voice said, again.
Silas decided not to argue with himself. He sighed, and tried to go to sleep.
He had a dream. He dreamed he was back on the streets of the city when he was a boy. Everyone laughing at him and making fun of him. Suddenly, someone pushed their way through the crowd. It was Genevieve. She told the people to leave Silas alone. Silas looked up. She smiled at him. She offered out her hand to help him to his feet. He gladly accept her invitation.
Silas suddenly woke up. He glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning. He sighed and tried to go back to sleep. He didn't dream again.
--
Genevieve had a strange dream too. She was back in the park, wandering about, calling to someone.
'Silas!' she called out, 'Silas! Where are you!?'
She found him in the exact same place as she had eariler today. She couldn't find her cell phone, so she couldn't call the hospital, and there wasn't a pay phone in sight.
'Silas! Wake up! Wake up! Silas, please don't be dead!' She cried. Suddenly, she felt strong arms wrench her away from the poor albino man. It was Jean!
'Don't go near him!' he yelled, 'he's a ghost!' He carried Genevieve off. She looked back at the man, laying on the ground.
'Silas...!"
Genevieve woke up. The clock read eight thirty. What a weird dream! But maybe it was telling her something. Was Silas hurt again?
Maybe I should see how he's doing in the hospital, she thought. She got dressed, combed her hair, brushed her teeth, and ran off to catch a taxi.