It had been a week and a half since Hannah had been stabbed
For the most part, Hannah had simply rested.
Tom had stayed with her as much as he could.
Bill had only visited twice. Once when she had first been admitted into the hospital, and once two days before she left.
Hannah didn't remember the first time because; her unconscious state…
did remember the second time.
She had been sitting in her hospital bed, clothed only in one of Tom's big shirts as she watched TV mindlessly.
Tom was staring blankly at his phone; she could faintly hear the small, binging noises that were issuing from it.
(no less than fifteen minutes before, they had a shouting match over the volume of the game that reached such a level that a Doctor and three nurses had rushed into the room to see what all the commotion was about.)
Suddenly, a loud blaring guitar rift came from the phone. (That Hannah recognized as a rift from the Aerosmith song 'love in an elevator')
"Are you gonna answer that?" Hannah asked with a bitchy tone in her voice.
Tom looked at her out of the corner of his eye and pressed the speaker button.
"Hallo?" He asked into the phone.
Hannah rolled her eyes at Tom and went back to flipping back and forth between channels and shows.
"Where do I go? I'm in the lobby." a hurried voice said from the phone.
"Hi to you too Bill." Tom chuckled.
"Oh shut up, just tell me where to go." Bill's voice said.
"Okay, go to the elevator and go to the third floor, once you come off the elevator go to the left past the nurses desk and it's the fourth room." Tom said. "I'm sure you'll be able to find figuring that there are three hulking body guards outside."
"Okay, how is she?" Bill asked. Hannah, who appeared to be immersed in the TV, was in fact, paying close attention to what they were saying.
Tom didn't seem to notice Hannah or that anyone else was in the room, he simply spoke to Bill as if he were the only person in the world.
"She's doing all right, she's rolling her eyes prolifically and is capable of snide comments and bitchy voices, so I guess she's fine."
Hannah mumbled something derogatory towards Tom.
"Oh God. Tom there is this old man here in the elevator and he smells weird." Bill whispered into the phone. "I think he has some kind of lung cancer or something, he's freaking me out."
Hannah let out a snort at the sentence.
"Don't stress about it..." Tom kicked the leg the bed as he got up and started to pace the room.
There was a ding from the phone as Bill mumbled something about 'after you' in a tense tone.
"Okay. I'm here." Bill said walking through the door, shutting off the phone and closing the door behind him.
Tom walked over to Bill and gave him a hug, (mind you, it was one of those manly-half-armed-hugs that you don't really consider a hug)
"Okay so Hannah this is my brother Bill. Bill this is Hannah conscious." Tom said wiping his hands on his jeans.
Hannah snickered slightly as she pulled the blanket up to her chin and switched off the TV.
"It's nice to meet you Bill." she said smiling softly.
Hannah couldn't help but feel surprised when she saw him, he was much taller than she had expected, much thinner (though, not in a bad way) but most of all, the thing that set her aback the most was the air he had about him, he had an air of confidence and an air of happiness.
At once, Hannah knew she liked him.
She knew that he was a good, honest, hard working person who understood pain and had a concept of empathy.
(Something, Hannah thought, was one of the more important things in life)
"Hello! How are you feeling?" He asked jovially as he strode over to the bed.
"I'm doing alright all things given." She said smiling.
He thought it funny that she had dimples. The only other person he knew who really had dimples was a distant cousin whom he hated. So really, it was cool.
It gave her face character he thought.
Her face was round, her nose was long with a round end and her dark greeny-blue eyes were set closely together.
Though, he thought, he was sure the most prominent feature was how incredibly pale she was. He wondered idly if it were because of her resent blood loss, or if she were naturally that white.
"The last time I saw you, you were passed out and the time before all.... Well you know, all bloody." Bill walked over to her and put his hands on the railing to her bed.
"Well besides the fact that your brother can be an ass, I'm doing better." She laughed.
"I heard you talking about the old people I hope you're not too uncomfortable." She said dipping her head.
"Oh no don't worry. I'll survive. I just want you to know that we are here for you. Even though it's slowly killing Me." he stated dramatically, "I want to be here for you."
"Aww, you're sweet and quite obviously a physical empath." Hannah stated patting his hand slightly.
He couldn't help but think how nice her hands were before he realized what she had said.
"Yeah, how did you know?" He asked, confused.
"Dude, it bleeds off of you." she stated.
"Well that's fun." He said as he sat down in the chair next to her bed.
"Nah, that's just me, I've got my own little issues." She winked.
Bill looked at her confusedly.
"Human Empath." She stated.
"Tom said that you said that you were a good judge of character, I guess that makes sense." Bill said.
"What?" Tom asked wearily
"A Human empathy can tell personalities and emotions, among other things." He said.
"Oh, that explains why she's so freaking weird."
"Thanks." Hannah nodded.
"Now that Bill´s here I'm gonna go smoke." Tom said, before walking swiftly out the door.
"He's been wanting to for about four hours now." Hannah said, idly picking at her fingernail polish. "Though he was being all weird and saying that he thinks I'm gonna get killed if he leaves my side." Hannah rolled her eyes dramatically.
"He feels soo bad." Bill nodded, "he thinks it's his fault."
"It is his fault." Hannah said. "I mean, come on! How many other random studmuffens pick up killer fangirls on their way to the gas station?"
At first, Bill though the sentence was a bit harsh, but as she finished it, he laughed slightly, the kidding, sarcastic tone in her voice was funny.
"I'm glad someone finds me amusing." she smiled.
"I'm sure lots of people think you're funny!" Bill said.
"I've been told as much." She nodded.
"Wait, do they have pie here?" Bill asked suddenly Hannah looking around.
"Look in the fridge. They brought me some for desert and I didn't want it, I think Tom put it in there."
Bill smiled before grabbing the pie and sitting down in the chair next to her bed.
"But as I was saying before. He really feels bad about this whole thing. It's been tough for him." Bill put a spoon full of pie in his mouth. "What kind of pie is this?"
"Minced meat." She said flipping through a random magazine Tom got her at the gift shop.
"What?..... I'm Vegetarian." He says as he looked at the pie in a new light.
"No… It either English or Scottish. I can't remember at this moment. I think it's the drugs. It's fruit. So not to worry your pretty little butt."
"Oh well in that case." He shoved down another spoonful.
Tom came back about ten minutes later with another magazine for Hannah and one for Bill. He tossed the copy of Vogue into Bill's lap before saying: "Look at the pictures." with a smirk on his face. Tom also set one on Hannah's lap for her
"Thanks." she said.
" got coffee for you." Tom said, handing a cup to Bill. "And a hot tea for you."
"Aww... Tomi you remembered!" She said in a girly-giddy voice.
Bill laughed as he flipped back and forth between pages.
"Anything good?" Hannah asked after a little while.
"There's an interesting photo shoot by Nigel Barker." Bill said.
"Oh, I like him, his darker stuff is pretty good." Hannah stated, flipping through her own magazine.
"When you're done, can I have it?" she asked.
"Yeah, here trade." He said handing her the magazine.
Hannah handed him the cheap gossip rag and took the fashion magazine.
Tom looked at the two, bemused by how they interacted.
He never would have thought that they would have gone together so well.
"Is it all right if I take these out?" She asked.
"Sure, go ahead." Bill said. "Why do you want them?"
"Look book, gotta have something to do while I sit here in bed." She sighed as she took a sip of tea. "Oh God, that's good right there man."
Tom rolled his eyes and snatched the remote off of Hannah's legs.
"You like fashion?" Bill asked.
"Well, not really, I'm not really into the whole runway thing, I'm more in it for the make up. That's what I do, I'm a makeup artist, and I write columns for Vogue and other magazines."
"Oh really?" Bill asked, leaning in.
"Mhhmm.." She said as she tore out another photo.
"I've never seen Hannah Reeds in there."
"I don't write under Hannah Reeds." She stated, ripping out another piece. "Write under Naddie Manes"
"WHAT?!" Bill shouted.
Hannah looked over at him, startled.
"Naddie Manes?" She said, uncertainly.
"YOU'RE NADDIE MANES! YOU KICK ASS! I LOVE YOUR TUTORALS!" He shouted.
She laughed and said "I'm glad."
"I knew I had seen you before." he laughed. "Natasha. My makeup artist, is gonna flip when she meets you, she loves you!"
Hannah laughed and shook her head.
"And here I thought the only fans I had were from fanfiction!"
"Fanfiction?" Tom asked, sipping his own coffee.
"Yeah, you write stories about other people or other books, like Harry Potter –." She paused.
"Or Twilght." she said looking confused and profoundly disgusted.
"What do you write?" Tom asked as she snapped out of it.
"Tokio Hotel." she said, flipping through the magazine idly.
Bill snickered.
Tom just shook his head.
"You better not write any of this." He said.
"OH!" She said, horribly dramatic, "And risk your reputation as an uncaring, ruthless idiot guitar player!?" she put her hand to her heart as she gasped slightly. "NEVER!"
Bill laughed, not so much at Hannah, but more at the look on Tom's face.
Hannah just giggled.
"Can you hand me the scissors and that baggie please?" She said to Bill.
He nodded and scooted across the room to get the things she wanted.
She smiled brightly at him before she started artfully and steadily cutting apart the pieces of paper.
"Oh my God." Bill said suddenly, breaking through the murmurs from the TV and Hannah's cutting noises.
"I just realized something!"
"What?" Hannah asked, looking over at him.
"You're talking in English!"
"And?" She asked.
"It's weird, you're talking in English, but we're talking in German, but we understand each other."
"It's weird, I know." Tom said as he flipped on the news.
"I never would have thought you could do that..." Bill said.
"We do it all the time in interviews." Tom said, turning to look at Bill.
"Oh, oh yeah." Hannah snorted as she peered up at the TV.
"I just never thought you could use it so loosely you know?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's weird." Tom said. "But I guess it's not that big of a –, "
"Dear God in heaven!" Hannah mumbled suddenly before she tore the bed covers off and rushed to stand in front of the TV.
"No!" she cried as Lella's face came on the screen.
"What the fuck!?" Tom shouted, causing the body guards to rush in worriedly.
Hannah had wrapped her arms around herself as she rocked back and forth.
Her face was anguished as she listened to the news story about the previous murder.
Of course, she had known about it, who in the German Democratic Republic hadn't?
But this, this was too much, never before had they shown photos of the girl, let alone said her name.
David had made sure that that hadn't happened.
Bill at once stood up and wrapped his arms around her.
She leaned into his chest as she sobbed quietly, still watching the TV.
"She's dead…" Hannah mumbled.
Tom looked at her.
"Oh Lella…" Hannah mumbled. "I told you to be careful, I told you."
"You knew her?" Bill asked softly, petting Hannah's hair.
"She was my best friend. She'd come over here to visit me. After I got the job here working for the Magazine. She had gone missing four months ago, just like that, poof. I always thought…." Hannah let out a sob and clung to Bill's chest.
Bill lifted her up and walked over to the rocking chair.
He cradled her in his arms as Tom came and knelt down next to the two.
The body guards looked on in worry, but they didn't seem to know what to do.
After a long time of Bill rocking, Hannah weeping, and Tom mourning, Hannah pulled her tear strained face out of Bill's neck and looked at Tom with a passion.
"I'm gonna catch that bitch." She stated.
"You can't expect to do it. Just let the police handle it."
"BAH!" Hannah shouted, her throat clogged with tears. "And let the Gestapo at it! I think not."
"You can't do it Hannah." Tom sighed.
"The Hell I can't." Hannah stated, practically spitting fire. "Stupid German twit don't know that you can't mess with a Texan and get away from it." She mumbled before setting her jaw .
"God, that sounded cheesy." She said a moment later.
Tom sighed and mumbled something about calling Jost.
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