Trinity began to wonder where Mercy had gone. She thought that maybe she had been abandoned...like her parents before. An emptiness washed over her. She could hardly blame her parents though. She had become a rather burden to them. She curled up into a tight ball and held her knees close to her chest. Her eyes became a dark nothingness.
Mercy took the stairs two at a time to get back to her room. Trinity was sitting up on the couch."Are you well?" She asked, not bothering to hide her accent. "Would you like some tea?"
Trinity looked up, startled as she hadn't heard Mercy come in. A light blush crossed her cheeks as she realized just how ridiculous her thoughts were about abandonment. She looked down at her feet shyly. "Oh..........just disgusted," she murmured, wrinkling her nose. "Tea would be...." She stopped, feeling the familiar urge to throw up again. She rushed to the bathroom. Once she got her head in the toilet, it felt as though she were puking her guts out. The smell made it worse for her. She remained there when she was done for a moment to regain her bearings before flushing the toilet and cleaning the sick from her face. She shuffled her feet back to the couch. "Probably just a bug," she sniffed.
Mercy sniffed the air. she'd have Pearse examine the young girl when he got there. He was good with people. Very quiet and unassuming, but altogether reassuring. Se pressed a cup of peppermint tea into Trinity's trembling hands."Would you like a sedative?"
Trinity looked up at her with large eyes. "Sleep would be nice," she replied softly. "Hey Mercy?" she squeaked shyly.
"Hmm?" Mercy responded softly, retrieving a carefully measured dose of sedative.
"What's the date and year?" asked Trinity. "I want to know how long...how long I...I was...there."
"It's December 21st..." She looked wistfully out the window for a second. "2008"
Trinity frowned. Three years...it had been three years to the day that she was taken away. She stood roughly and went to stand at the window where she pressed her forehead against the cool glass. It felt soothing. "What's happened in the last three years?" she asked bluntly, hoping to not make her sadness too obvious.
Mercy paused and fretted."You have a black man as president"
Trinity blinked. She kept from looking at Mercy. "Who?" she asked. She clenched her jaw to fight back another wave of sickness. She looked down at the cup of tea in her hands and drank it. The hot liquid soothed her parched throat. A sigh escaped her lips. "I suppose that a lot can happen in such a short time span." But it hadn't been a short amount of time.... Not for her. She had endured pain beyond reason in that time..
"Barack Obama, Senator from Illinois. I'm honestly glad it was him and not that Palin woman..." Mercy wrinkled her nose. "But aside from that. Not too much has changed in the world, I don't think... Except Jerry Orbach died" She looked around for her laptop. "I can let you browse through news and things if you'd like. After you wake up."
Trinity snorted. She finally turned to Mercy, trying hard to figure out why she was so kind. She supposed that she was just another job for Mercy to be cast away when everything was done. "When are we taking care of those bastards?" she asked sourly.
"When you've recovered and Jack and Pearse arrive. I've told them that you want to join us." She offered the small measure of clear liquid to Trinity. "It's only a sedative."
Despite Mercy's soothing voice, Trinity looked at her warily. She had reason to. Her trust had been broken so many times before. She went to the couch so that she didn't hit her head on the floor when she passed out. She slowly took the sedative and within moments was dozing comfortably in a dreamless state.
Mercy closed her eyes wearily, willing the tears away. She raised a hand to her face and wept silently. So much, this poor girl had seen, and she would never get away from it. Not only that, but she was pregnant with one of THEIR spawn. Mercy fell to her knees, wishing she couldn't see what had happened running through Trinity's every waking thought. At least for now, her mind was quiet, at a background noise. No nightmares. It was the least she could do. Mercy tried to stand up and her legs refused to move, so she just sprawled sideways, curled around herself and cried.