Chap 3 Every girls dream, Ne?
A/N: Hola amigos. Third chap is coming up! Soorry for taking so long, I planned to publish it a few days ago... Seems like that didn't happen. XD You might have noticed by now that my updates are very irregular, if you can't take it and want regular updates, talk to me and I'll see if I can figure something out!
Hopefully I will get to the point in this chap, I even named the chap in beforehand so that I can force myself to make the name relevant, which brings me to the plot in the end. A dream that is.
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Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece it belongs to Oda-sensei but Bass is mine and so is the plot!
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Betad by Venn
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It wasn't that the chair was uncomfortable; it was in reality a quite comfy chair, with armrests and seat stuffed, it even had a matching backrest. The cloth may have been a bit worn down through the years but they had all seen worse. No it wasn't the comfort of the chairs that drew Dex to space the waiting room and from time to time make a stop and look at some of the cheap but colorful paintings covering the walls of the hospital.
Neither was it the comfort of the chairs that had glued his sweet mother to one of them, legs placed stiffly together and back firmly rested on the backrest. It was not for the comfort of the chair, no it wasn't.
Nor was it the typical hospital smell that colored Dex father's face green. No it was the one feeling that had etched its glorious work into their state of mind, affecting their behavior and body, that made them act like this.
Dex simply couldn't sit still. His mother having the opposite problem, couldn't stay standing, it was worry that made Dex father usually gathered personality break down, barely holding the sickening feeling of a hard knotted stomach in check. The Walter family was a mess, because their daughter and sister were as far as they knew, on the brink of death.
Time ticked by, measured by the simple clock standing in the corner of the room - only ticking every third second that passed. The wait was painfully slow and when the results finally came, it came carried by a doctor. As the Walter family was the only ones occupying the waiting-room for the time being, the lone old man had left half an hour ago. The doctor walked briskly up to them without the need of hesitation.
"Mr. Walter I assume?" She asks as Dex father stands up to meet the doctor.
His father nodded once and looked sternly at her, almost like a hawk. Taking in her every movement and trying to predict what she was going to tell him about his daughter. He himself had stopped pacing the room and came up behind his dad with a steady arm around his mother, who was still weak in the kneecaps.
"Your daughter is stable for now; we managed to contradict the poison... ruined muscle tissue... nerve damage...asleep... heavy medication..."
The rest of what she said was a blur to Dex, he was just so relieved. His mother's wails of content blocked the sincere but maybe a bit monotone voice of the doctor out and he celebrated together with his mother. The next thing he heard was the standard "You may see her know" and he did.
As they were lead through the corridor of the hospital's intensive care section he dried his mother's tears time and time again, she couldn't stop crying from the relief. Between the short walk from the waiting-room and to his sister's side he felt unbeatable, like anything to come his way from now on wouldn't mean anything at all. No matter how long it took for Bass to wake up he would wait because he knew she could do it.
From behind Dex could hear urgent footsteps coming their way. He didn't turn around; he didn't have the least bit of curiosity in anything but that Bass was okay. Fate or time seemed to have something else in mind as the urgent footsteps caught up with them. A voice spoke up "Mr. Walter, Mrs. Walter. We've found the culprit." It announces
Dex feels how his mother freezes up and his own heart seems to slow down. This is it, it would all end here. Right after that the meds had carried Bass out a police officer had given Dex a ride to the hospital. He had gotten questioned in the car and later when they arrived at the hospital. The uniformed police had had an oval face and his upper lip adored a small, thin mustache. Dex had given a description of the boy, also informing the police that he was sure that he had seen him before. So it probably was someone from her school. The policeman had called to the police station with a description and had headed out to check the school. At the least they would be able to get a school picture of the boy.
"The culprit, has he confessed?" Mr. Walter asks.
"Upon his arrest he tried to jump out another window, I think we can safely assume that this boy, Oscar Bassle, is the culprit" the policeman offers, he was by closer inspection breathing quite hard. He had probably hurried over here to inform the family.
"No matter, I don't care who did this. I just need my daughter back" Mrs. Walter exclaimed teary eyed. As much as Dex wanted to agree with his mum he still felt a darker part of him move around in anxiety, wanting to come face to face with the culprit right away. He didn't know what he'd do when he saw him, maybe he'd lose it.
"Yes, you're right honey, let's not keep Bass waiting any longer" Mr Walter says to his wife. Stroking her back, but the restraint showed in his eyes. Maybe it was the testosterone that acted up, their family had been attacked by some small pup. He should now his place and the men in the Walter family both volunteered to teach said pup that lesson. "Thank you officer" He says and nods towards the policeman, Dex does the same before the doctor leads them the rest of the way. The policeman stayed behind and sat down in one of the many waiting chairs.
"She has lost her ability to breath for her own so she is connected to a respiratory, so please don't get to much upset about it. With time she'll heal and she will breathe on her own again" The doctor tells the family when it's only a door that separates them from her.
As Dex hear and finally register what the doctor said he feel a lump of uneasiness gather in the bottom of his stomach. He ignored the feeling and the doctor that keeps on blabbering gibberish and everything all together and pushed the door open. His mother helplessly stuck as he still has a hold around her waist, they both enter the sickroom and are met by the sight of a pale replica of Bass, her attitude seemed to have flown out the window. The personality that have given life to her nickname, Bass. A combination och Bess which is short for Beatrice and master thanks to her stubbornness that made her maybe a bit of a pushover.
Even though she looks paler than usual he walks up to her bedside and stares down on her, her face so peaceful.
It looked like she was dreaming.
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"Woaaaah! So many cookies!" Her eyes wide darted too and forth between the aisles off never ending cookies. At the far end she sighted cookies stuffed with different kinds of creams and jams, on the other end there were cookies in all kinds of colors and in the middle was the best of them all. Maybe a bit classical but classic just because for the simple reason, they're the best. There were different kinds of chocolate and fudge cookies, big and small round and square. This got to be every girls dream. She thought happily to herself and a content smile parted her lips.
Dream, hmm why did the word feel kinda relevant in this situation more literally than she first intended it to be? Oh well, screw that thought, never liked thinking anyway.
She leaned closer to the cookies on the lower aisles, bum poked up in the air and her head were only centimeters from an especially delicious looking fudge cookie with something that looked like nougat pieces stuck in it, She let her eyes devour it before her mouth could have a bite, she just had to have that cookie. Suddenly a sweet looking gran shows up, her round little face smiling up at her with a kind smile, her head were placed on top of an even rounder body, dressed in a red dress with an apron decorated with ginger bread. Her plum form was just so adorable that Bass had to smile back with the biggest grin ever seen in England.
"Anything you want to try dear?" She asks Bass with a very kind voice, making herself even more popular with Bass.
The rest of the store is filled with small kids that's running around picking out cookies and candy. Although they're just like a background sound and don't irritate her at all. A relief since she hate it when kids come close, they were just waaaaay to scary. As a side note she notices that there are no parents in the store whatsoever, if she would be given time later on she would look up the reason for that. Turning back to the sweet gran, her apron decorated with candy and cookies, filled with cake batter. Puts a new grin on Bass face.
"Well?" the nice lady asks and tilts her small round head with somewhat beady eyes.
"Oh, um sorry. I would like to try this cookie and this one and that one, also some of that and a lot of these..." Bass shook her head to clear it, beady eyes?
The look the gran had given her had given her the creeps but she was sure she just had imagined it or something, although if she was going to describe it she would have said the gran had looked at her as if Bass was a piece of dough about getting turned into a cookie. Almost as if the gran had been wondering if she would make do as a classic fudge cookie or would better fit as a cookie with strawberry filling. What a terrifying thought, being made a cookie, she would probably turn into a cannibal and eat herself.
No, scratch that train of thought, the old gran DID NOT look at her as if she was dough about being turned into a cookie she told herself strictly in her best mother voice. Having cleared up her mind on that point she went over to more important matters at hand, such as picking cookies.
Bass walked up and down the aisles and pointed at the weirdest and biggest cookies in the store, telling the gran how many she liked of each one. After having filled two paper bags with cookies Bass was pleased with herself, no unnecessary cookies bought at all, her mother would be so proud of her to hear that she had cut down with one hole bag of sweats.
"Here you go my dear" The sweat gran said and handed over the two bags of cookies, Bass sigh contently as she feel the weight of them in her arms.
Opening up one of the bags to try a cookie out she feels how the grans withered old hands grabbed her just in front of her elbow hindering her from putting the aquamarine colored cookie that smelled of blueberries in her mouth. Bass looked down at the gran with a shocked expression on her face, what in the world could she want now? She was on her way to pay the cookies at the cash register but first she wanted a cookie, was that illegal? Did they have a policy against eating cookies in the cookie story? Was there a sign that read: No cookie eating is allowed, you should just smell the insufferable wonders of the shop"
Her train of thought was abruptly broken off as she felt how something metallic touched her skin at the inside of her elbow. What the hell? She looked down.
"Just taking your temperature dear" The gran mumbles to herself, smiling reassuringly at Bass before looking back at the thermometer again.
Before Bass had the chance to respond pain shot up in her arm, as the thermometer usually used for cooking was stabbed straight into her arm. Holy smokers that hurt! For a second it felt like she couldn't breathe, her heart almost stopped beating for a moment and when it did start to beat again it seemed like it was trying to beat itself a way out. She couldn't control her arm at all, the cookie bags fell to the floor, not that she gave damn. All that mattered was the impossible pain in her arm. She wanted to scream but found herself slipping, she couldn't find her voice, nor could she feel her legs anymore, all that existed was the pain in the arm.
"37 C degrees" The gran states meanwhile she smack her lips before continuing with saying: "isn't that wonderful dear? Perfect temperature after the fermentation cycle, no?"
Fire burning inside of her making her weak and nauseous, the pain slowly spreading throughout her body, she dimly notes that the gran seems to be having a death grip around her humeral, she thought that she could feel the tiles underneath her body glide under her. Was she going to be made a cookie? If so make it a strawberry one.
A/N: so that's it for this chap I believe, still not in the OP world but we're getting there, believe me. In the next chap that's where we're going to start off so please bear with me! Also I do hope you understood what happened in Bass oh so very perspective dream, although it can be confusing since I go back in time and write her experience of the whole scene when she gets poisoned. So the thermometer being stabbed in her arm is when the vengeful dude stabs (yes he didn't do it very professionally) and the fire is the poison acting up, also the muscles weakness in her dream and nausea is also acts of the poison. How she can live them through in her dream is a mystery... The death grip is the bedsheets around her arm that stops the spreading of the poison and last but not least, the experience of gliding is from when they drive her to the hospital.
As usual review if you liked or hated it and please tell me if you are confused about anything.
