Rehab
Title: Rehab
Pairings: 1X2, 3X4, 5X (secret), 1+OC...
Warnings: SEX! (Lol), Angst, Violence, Foul Language and so on!
Summary: To pent his frustration throughout the war Duo turns to Heero for no-strings attached sex not knowing the silent solider would start to develop feelings for him. Now the wars over and Duo has turned to Hilde to start a new life leaving Heero stranded and unknowing how to deal with the emotion called 'Love'.
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing it would be never ending!
Author's note: I thought of this idea while listening to Rihanna's song 'Rehab' and it all just came pouring out. It's going to be a multi part fic; some chaps will have some of the lyrics to the song at the start while others won't.
And now I feel like, oh, you're the reason why I'm thinking
I don't wanna smoke all these cigarettes no more
I guess this is what I get for wishful thinking
I should've never let you into my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
It's not amusing like I believe
Chapter 5
It's always worried me how I've never cared much for my life. I did for a while think that I wanted to live – not the dream of having a house with a white picket fence – just to live. I didn't want to die in space and get consumed by its nothingness. But that was long ago. Things change I guess, even if you don't want them to.
I can barely stay awake as I sit in the pilot's seat of Relena's shuttle. It's been 3 months since Trowa and Quatre's wedding. I ran out of food nearly three weeks ago. I didn't really have a plan when I left L3. I kind of flipped as I realised how much I craved him, his touch, his kiss... In retaliation I guided the shuttle further away from the colony thinking the further away I was from him the better I'd feel. But that didn't work one bit.
Since leaving I've been full of regret. I hate myself for letting him in, for being so weak. I hate myself for letting him use me. I hate myself for not thinking about my own needs, and about how I would feel.
The one thing I do regret however is not buying more cigarettes before I left L3. I never thought about them once after seeing him at the Wedding.
Two days ago I thought I saw him sat next to me in the co-pilots seat. He was dressed in his priest outfit which he'd worn for most of the war. He had an excited glint in his amethyst eyes and his shimmering chestnut braid cast over his shoulder curling in his lap. He was talking about Deathscythe comparing it to Wing, telling me how much 'cooler', as he put it, it was. I'd called him a "Baka" and he'd smiled in return before disappearing.
My breaths are shallow and my body feels weak. I nearly miss the large black ship fly into view, its monstrous shape only visible due to its lights. Relena's shuttle suddenly rocks from side to side like a boat on rough sea before I feel the ship and myself being dragged towards the larger one. In my last waking consciousness I see a face pop up on the telemonitor. A man with the most vivid green eyes I have ever seen stares straight back at me but doesn't say anything. The screen flickers and then goes blank. I pass out accepting defeat.
xXx
I know where I am before I've even open my eyes. I can taste steroidal medicine at the back of my throat and my brain picks up a slight discomfort in my right arm from where a canular has been inserted. The unforgettable stink of antiseptic burns my nostrils.
I gently open my eyes to find I am indeed in a hospital room and I'm not tied down - that's a first. I push myself up however I'm still very weak, I fall back into my pillows with a thud. Gritting my teeth in anger, I try again and manage to get myself to sit on the side of the snow white hospital bed. I notice someone has dressed me in some loose grey slacks. The cords have been tied in a big knot, that's when I realise how thin I've actually become. Before I can try and do anything else the door to the private room opens and a young woman enters.
I glare at her but she just grins in return. She has deep brown eyes and hair to match pulled into a twisted bun.
"Going somewhere?" she asks, grabbing my notes off the end of the bed. I don't reply. "To be honest I don't think you would have gotten very far." She looks amused as she flicks through the pages.
"Where am I?" I ask my voice rough and my throat incredible sore.
"On the Redstar spaceship," she answers. "We found you floating around in space in Relena Peacecrafts shuttle." The way she said Relena's name caught me. She didn't look angry but from her tone I could tell she didn't like the Vice Foreign Minister.
"How long have I been here?"
"You've been unconscious for 2 weeks, you're lucky we found you when we did." She smiles as she makes her way towards me. She shines a light in my eyes and looks quite pleased as she quickly checks me over. I can feel my muscles sorely tense.
"You look like you're recovering quite quickly for someone who hasn't eaten for about 3 weeks," she says sounding disproving. I feel my eyes narrow at her as she takes out a pen and begins to make notes.
"Who's the captain of this ship?" I ask
The doctor falters in her note taking. Her dark eyes rise to meet mine and she says with all seriousness, "you are under the command of Landon Grey -" and then she smiles, "you hungry?"
I recognise the name. If I recall correctly – I should be trying to get off this ship as soon as possible. I nod and watch her leave. As soon as she's out the door I turn and rip the canular from my arm causing blood to squirt out like something out of a cartoon onto the white tiled floor. I grab a bandage from her medical tray and quickly wrap up my arm. The blood seeps through, however I don't have time to worry about that.
I begin to shiver as I lift myself from the bed and stumble a little from lack of energy. Careful not to make any noise I make my way out of the hospital room and into a small white hallway in the ships hospital wing. My stomach grumbles as a delicious smell wafts from the hospital kitchens, and for a second I almost consider returning to the bed.
Reaching the end of the corridor not really knowing where I'm going I choose to take a stairwell to a lower deck instead of wondering around the hospital wing. The stairway is dark with no lights and I keep close to the wall as I move slowly down the stairs feeling my body weakening at every step.
I jump as the alarm sounds 10 minutes later as I reach the bottom of the stairwell.
I hide underneath the stairs just in time for a few people to come bursting through the exit door and begin running up the stairs. The alarm makes my head thump painfully, but I try to ignore it. I take in a deep breath and leave my hiding place, just as I do however a guy runs through the door. Due to my quick reaction times, even when injured, I knock him out by hitting his pressure spot on his neck and grab the gun from his hands and find another tucked in his boot. Carrying one in my hand I tuck the other into the front of my waist band.
Pushing open the door I find I'm in the shuttle hanger and my eyes spy Relena's ship amongst many small looking racing pods. I crouch behind a few crates of scrap metal and watch as everyone kicks into action trying to find me – the funny thing is they all run out of the hanger not expecting me to even find my way here.
The hanger is empty and I almost laugh to myself as I make a run for Relena's shuttle feeling my body running on adrenaline. I get to the ship and as I put in the security code I feel the well known pressure of a gun to the back of my head.
"Drop the gun" I hear someone growl. My back tenses and my right hand releases the gun. "I've always been taught it's rude to leave without saying goodbye." I hear the male voice say, tinged with an accent I've heard once before once on Earth. It's low and deadly.
"I just thought I'd outstayed my welcome," I reply making sure my voice is flat to not give away how much my heart is pounding or how weak my current state is. I hear the man chuckle a deep and rich rumble from his chest.
"So, what's a guy like you doing with Relena Peacecrafts shuttle?" I refuse to reply so I do the next best thing. I spin around and grab the hand he has the gun in pointing it away from my head while at the same time grabbing my spare gun tucked in my waist band and point it at his head. He does the same at exactly the same time, and it is at that moment I realise I've seen this man before.
The piercing emerald green eyes glare at me underneath a mop of black hair. It's the guy I saw on the telemonitor before I passed out. He has slightly tanned skin and a chiselled jaw line. He's obviously in good shape unlike myself.
"Who are you?" He demands lowly under my heated glare. I don't reply. "Tell me otherwise I'll shoot you."
I take a deep breath and drop my grip on his hand and my other on the gun. It drops to the floor with a deafening clang. I drop my arms to my sides and close my eyes waiting for him to shoot me. It would after all be an easier more justifiable death.
"Are you fucking crazy?" I hear him say causing me to open my eyes. His green eyes have widened slightly. "You really want me to shoot you just because you don't want to tell me your name?"
I stare at him feeling nothing, wishing he would shoot me and end my life.
He tuts and shakes his head. I then watch as his green eyes narrow in anger before he shoots me in the thigh. The pain ripples through me like hot lava and I can taste bile in the back of my throat. I catch my scream in my throat before I can reveal the pain I'm in. I cripple to the floor.
"That's for being so fucking stupid," he states anger lacing his voice just as I hear a stampede of people enter the hanger. "Take him back to the hospital wing and make sure he stays there."
"Yes sir," one replies and the next thing I know I'm being dragged from the floor – and then I pass out.
xXx
I yell as I wake from the familiar recurring nightmare. Images flash in my mind of the small girl I'd killed many years ago. Her blue eyes are as vivid in my mind as the day I saw her. I can feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Gritting my teeth I thrash my head unwilling to let the other images flash - the pacifist shuttle blowing up, my self destruction. The invisible shot wound in my stomach rips open and I feel like I'm bleeding to my end.
I try to get up however this time I am strapped to the bed. I try and break free however I'm much too weak this time and the shot wound in my thigh is excruciating, sending burning sensations through my body as if my insides are on fire.
I can't even curl in on myself to hold my agonizing stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut, my mind filling with all my guilt as I am reminded of everything I've done, of all the families I killed. Faintly in the back of my mind I can hear myself screaming.
I give up and lie in my own sweat until morning as I try to calm myself down for the first time without alcohol and cigarettes.
By the time the doctor enters in the morning with a fresh pair of slacks and two guys for backup, I feel wired. I can tell I've got bags around my eyes and they're bloodshot. She's holding a bag of fluid in her right hand and continues silently to hang it up next to the current one I have streaming into my body. She then carefully undoes the ropes around my wrists and ankles.
"Hold out your left arm," she orders. I do as she says and watch as she proceeds to put another canular in my arm. She then attaches the new drip. I can feel the cool liquid enter my veins and spread up my arm putting out the fire on the way; however it doesn't dull my painful stomach.
"Would you like my help to get changed?" I feel my anger rising and the shame that she and I both know I can't dress myself. I slowly nod and she undresses me and redresses me in grey bottoms.
She folds my dirty slacks to perfection and hangs them over one arm as she turns to the additional drip I now have running into my arm and taps it.
"I've put you on a course of morphine for your leg," she explains. I feel my teeth grit in anger. I never have such drugs.
"I have breakfast cooking, if you would like some please refrain from running," her voice is crisp and almost irritant. "There's a bedpan under the bed if u would like to use it." I glare before she nods and turns to leave the room with the two men following her.
I lie as still as I can to try and assess the damage I've done to myself. My body is drained and very sore. I haven't felt like this since I self-destructed. However, I can feel the drug soon working its way through my body.
I don't even notice the doctor's presence as she returns with a small bowl of porridge. She helps me sit up and then continues to feed me small spoonfuls. I stare at her expectantly however she remains silent unlike the first time, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Why didn't he kill me?" I ask suddenly causing her shoulders to tense. She lifts her large brown eyes level with mine.
"You're still alive because Landon doesn't believe people should be given an easy way out," she replies with a little anger lacing her voice. Of course she's angry she'd just spent 2 weeks looking after me only for me to try and throw my life away again. She doesn't speak again until we're finished.
"Get some rest, Landon will be visiting today." I feel my heart skip a beat as she mentions the famous name of the space pirate.
xXx
The thing with morphine is it gives you hallucinations.
He was here with me again sat at the end of my hospital bed, his amethyst eyes glaring at me. This time he's dressed in a red polo neck covered by his worn leather jacket.
"What have you done Heero?" he asks looking slightly disappointed. His braided hair is coiled on the bed, and I can almost touch it with my finger tips. "Evel Knievel would never have gotten into this mess."
"Hn," I snort. "I'm not superhuman you know." He smiles.
"Status?"
"Shot with a Glock 26, wound in the Vastus Rectus–" I murmur feeling my eyes trying to close but I won't let them. Not while he's here. "Loss of muscle – didn't eat –"
"Jesus 'Ro never took you to be so reckless."
"Hn. I guess I learn from the best Duo," my eyes close without consent. "Stay with me." I whisper in desperation but I don't hear a reply.
The next time I wake its 8pm by the clock in the hospital room. I can hear the doctor outside greeting someone as I now fake my sleep. It's Landon Grey, the captain of this ship. Grey asks about my condition and finally I can hear every small detail of what's wrong with me. Apart from the shot wound in my leg my body is on the mend after she'd fed me morphine and essential nutrients intravenously to help build up the muscle and energy I'd lost.
"He was talking to someone earlier after I had given him morphine," she says her voice quite. "He said a name – Duo."
"Duo?" I feel my breath stop as they mention his name.
"Hmmm – he also started talking about his injuries. I was thinking perhaps he was a soldier. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about – he said you shot him with a Glock 26 and his body is covered in scars. From his x-rays it looks like he's broken his bones over and over. I'm guessing yesterday was not the only time he's tried to risk his life."
Grey 'hmmms' a reply before thanking the doctor.
A few seconds later the door is cracked open and he enters. I can feel his intense stare burning a hole into my skull and I can feel all my defence mechanisms jump into action. If I was in a better condition and not tied to the bed, he would be dead within a minute.
I feel him make his way over to my side his eyes never leave my form, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. I snap my eyes open as he sits on the side of the bed and I find I'm glaring at the green eyed man who shot me in the hanger.
The first thing which pops into my head is that he doesn't look like a captain of such a large ship as this. He's dressed in dark jeans and a long black sleeved t-shirt which looks slightly too tight for his toned arms. He looks not much older than I. Maybe my first conclusion was wrong; the guy looks like he would be able to put up a fight easily.
"Who are you?" he asks his voice smooth and full of confidence. He doesn't seem fazed by the look I'm giving him unlike other people. He crosses his arms across his chest proving how big his biceps are. "Either you're a close friend of Miss Peacecraft or you stole her ship."
I stay silent.
"Tell me why is it you don't care for your life?" I feel my hands turn into fists. He tilts his head slightly as a light frown comes to his face, "you practically begged me to kill you in the hanger. Why?" He demands more than asks.
"That's none of your business." I growl breaking my silence. I silently curse myself.
He's silent for a minute his eyes boring into me through his slightly messy black hair. Even though he is the rouge captain of the criminal space pirates, I find myself thinking he is quite beautiful with the hospital lights outlining his figure as if he is an angel from heaven. I have to resist the urge to shake my head.
Damn Morphine.
"You're very interesting." I frown. "Have you always acted this way?" I remain silent. He shrugs his shoulders at my ignorance. "In our faction we consider it very rude not to reply -"
"I'm not willing to supply a criminal information I consider private" I resort uncharacteristically in my drugged up state. Landon raises his dark eyebrow. "After all that's what you are, a criminal am I right?"
A small crooked smile comes to his lips as he looks slightly amused, "very well, but I suppose for now you will have to keep your opinions to yourself." I almost frown at his words.
"...Why?"
"You're going to be stuck on this ship for a long time. We're 2 months away from the colonies and Earth and for classified reasons; I cannot just let you fly away in Relena Peacecrafts ship."
"You're letting me go?"
"We always release our prisoners or shall I say guests without harm," he states emphasising his words before chuckling, "well normally, however as I said before I couldn't just let you fly away in Relena's ship, shooting you was the result of me protecting my people."
His green eyes narrow on me, "we believe in peace, no matter what we do to survive what has been brought upon us. We would never harm someone who is not a threat – that's if you are not a threat."
I remain silent.
There's a sudden buzzing sound before a female voice calls out for Captain Grey.
"Captain Grey, Monro is in need of your assistance on the bridge." Grey nods his head and rises from his seat.
"I hope you enjoy your stay." He says, "And maybe for once someone will be able to see what it's like to be one of us." I watch him leave without saying a word, the door clicks softly closed after him.
I lie slightly confused as I relay our conversation over in my head. I'm not technically their prisoner, however at the moment they're unwilling to let me go – so what does that make me? I let my eyes slide shut feeling exhaustion take over my body. Before I can devour into my thoughts even deeper I'm fast asleep.
Damn Morphine.
xXx
The doctor's name I learn, by the 4th day in confinement, is Chloe. On the 5th I told her mine – I don't know why, but I'm blaming it on the amount of drugs she's been pumping into my body. However, she seemed proud of herself as I announced it and I didn't feel like it was a mistake as I did.
She soon returned to her usual self after that. It's been two weeks since I was shot by Grey. My muscle tone has nearly returned to normal – I've started doing sit ups and other strengthening techniques J taught me to keep my strong during the war. My leg is stiff but I know down to experience the only way to fix this is through gentle, gradual use. Today, as I was told yesterday by an excited Chloe, I'm being taken to my own room for the rest of my stay on the Redstar ship. I'm finally leaving the hospital wing.
"Good Evening Heero!" Chloe calls as she enters my room around about 7pm. Her long brown hair is down framing her slightly pale face.
"Ou," I greet quietly back. Chloe has been quite helpful while I've been in here. She's helped me a lot with my nightmares by giving me a sedative whenever it's gotten too bad. The pain in my stomach still drains me however.
I'm quite glad to see Chloe today. I haven't seen anyone else – even Grey. I've heard him talking to Chloe outside the room while I've been resting, however he never once stepped into the room.
Behind her my eyes are drawn to a very attractive man with stunning chocolate brown eyes. He has honey blonde hair, nearly the same colour as Relena's, making his eyes look much larger and deeper. He's dressed in very baggy dark blue jeans and a ripped tank top stained with what looks like oil. He has a cap on his head worn backwards.
"I'd like you to meet Jason – Landon wants him to be your escort for the remainder of your stay," she explains. I snort at her comment knowing full well why Grey wants Jason to follow my every move. He thinks I'm a threat – and I don't blame him.
"Nice to finally meet you Heero," Jason says and the look in his eyes reminds me of the one person I've been trying to forget. He smiles as he stands by the door rolling back and forth on the heels of his nearly blackened trainers. "Landon thought I'd keep you entertained for the rest of the trip."
"That's only because you can talk for the whole of space," Chloe chuckles warmly as she quickly gives me a check over. She takes my pulse and checks my blood pressure.
"Now, now Chlo you know that's not true," he grins.
"Sure," the doctor replies sarcastically while giving me a wink. "I've made arrangements for someone to bring you your things from the shuttle. I've also picked up some clothes from my husband – he had a growth spurt a couple of years ago, he can't fit into them anymore."
"Thanks" I murmur as she finishes her checks. She then hands me a box of aspirin.
"Here take these if you feel any pain from your leg." I nod my head in understandment and rise from the bed.
"I'm still quite concerned about your seizures," she says eying me almost sceptically. I know she's wondering if she's doing the right thing about letting me go. "I've told Jas' to contact me if you have another nightmare."
"I'll be fine," I state. I've always gotten through them by myself. I see her chew nervously on her lip.
"So, we ready to go?" Jason asks from the door stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, "Landon's expecting us."
"Sure," I reply as I feel my stomach knot at the thought of meeting the strange, intense captain again. He smiles and cocks his head towards the corridor. I turn to Chloe as Jason leaves the room.
"Thank you –"
"Don't worry about it, I'm just doing my job – well you're the only serious patient I've had since living on X18999," she smiles before pushing me in the direction of the door. "Now go catch up with Jas'."
I nod a goodbye before exiting the room. I find Jason leaning against the opposite wall in the corridor. He pushes himself away as he notices me approaching and grins showing his perfectly straight and white teeth.
"I'm sorry I was a little late, I got caught up in the hanger. Was trying to fix a damn pod, the fucker's fuelling pipe has blown," he explains as he leads me down the corridor and away from the hospital wing. "I've been asked to check over your shuttle before you leave just make sure everything's spik and span – you nearly blew the engine since it had been running for that long with hardly any oil."
I frown, why would he do that? "You don't need to-"
"Hey! I don't know if Landon's told you but we always look after our guests," he smiles as we enter a lift. "Floor 5"
"Yes Sir. Door's closing." The lift responds in a light female voice. I feel it jolt to life and begin to move upwards.
Jason turns to me and grins, "we've just had that installed, cool huh?"
I almost roll my eyes. I listen to him chat as I count the floors as we go up. I think I must have been on the 3rd because it's not long until we stop.
"How's your leg feeling now? I can remember when I was shot during the war – was only a graze, I was much too fast for those fuckers when I decided to retaliate."
"It's fine."
"Are you some sort of superhuman or something?" he jokes, but I don't see the funny side. "I've never known a guy who can recover from starvation and a gunshot wound within two weeks."
"Thanks to Doctor Harris," I reply
"Chlo's the best," he smiles. "Just to think the Earth and Colonies are missing out on someone as talented as her."
"Hn." I refuse to comment on the matter.
Grey's office is just off the side of the bridge, I notice as Jason quickly ushers me past the main control room with a number of people sitting down at their control units. We stop by a white door to match the white corridor.
"This is Landon's office," once again I notice his informal use of the Captains name. He knocks softly and opens the door. "Go on in, I'll be waiting here for you when you're finished." I nod in understandment and enter the office, feeling my heart jump a beat. I silently close the door behind me.
Grey's office is tasteful with just the necessities, a dense monogamy desk with a table lamp, a computer, a filing cabinet and two chairs either side the desk. However there is a small sofa against the far wall facing the large skyscraper windows overlooking space. A small cd player balances on the top of the filing cabinet currently playing a soft classical piece of music. Its melody is soothing and I begin to feel my body relax.
Grey is standing by the window gazing out at space – there's nothing but distant stars in view indicating how far we are away from civilization. He has a thoughtful expression on his face and the look in his eyes show his thoughts are indeed slightly troubling him. I almost don't want to disturb him, however I feel uncomfortable standing at his office door.
"You wanted to see me," I speak up. He turns looking slight dazed at my presence. I don't think he heard Jason's knock above the music.
"So – Heero, is it?" I nod my head and he smiles slightly. "Nice to meet you, has Heero got a last name?"
I stay silent watching him lean against the thick glass window. He has his toned arms crossed and his head bowed as he looks at me through his ruffled hair. The light from the table lamp dimly lights up his green eyes. From where he's stood, he looks dangerous and for a moment I understand why he and Alistair Flint are escorted on and off the colonies.
I notice how his clothes are once again very casual. He's wearing a white tank top and dark loose jeans. My eyes are drawn to the tattoo he has running down from his left shoulder. It's a tribal pattern; it twists and turns as it crawls up his whole arm like ivy. By the looks of it, it covers some of his chest and back as well.
"It's Yuy."
"Heero Yuy," he states and I watch my name roll easily off his tongue. "The same name as the assonated colony peace leader?" He chuckles and shakes his head, "you continue to confuse me."
I glare at him and he seems unfazed.
"Well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better."
"Dr Harris is a good doctor," I state coolly as I watch him uncoil from his lean and make his way to his desk. He looks slightly taller than me as he moves, walking as smooth and cautious as a cat measuring up his prey. His green eyes never leave my form.
He slowly sits down in his chair.
"How's the leg?"
"Stiff." I answer quickly.
The room is silent for a second and the music continues to flow calmly.
"I know Jas' is showing you around the ship tomorrow," he begins and I now recognise his very faint accent as if he's been away from his homeland for a while. If I'm right Grey must have Welsh connections. "I just wanted to make sure you know there are areas which you are forbidden to go."
My eyes narrow, however I notice the informal way he used Jason's nickname, just like Jason had used his real name. Is there no professionalism within this –colony- of people?
"The top northern corner of the ship is off bounds, I'm hoping you will respect this –"
"Of course," I answer automatically. His green eyes keep their intensity on me as if trying to work out if I actually mean what I've just said.
"And you are not allowed near Miss Peacecrafts ship until we allow you to leave."
"I understand."
"Everywhere else I'm permitting you to go, however within Jas's company,"
"Hn," I nod my head.
"Is there anything you need during your stay?" He asks, causing me to frown. Why is he trying to be so hospitable?
"I'm fine." He 'hmmms' and nods his head.
"Well, I have work to do. Maybe when you've settled in you can tell me the story of how you came into possession of Relena Peacecrafts ship." My eyes narrow and I see him smile.
"Goodnight Captain Grey." I bow slightly and go to leave however he calls out after me.
"It's Landon," he's rose from his seat, both hands placed on the mahogany desk in front. "We don't really use formalities around here." Well that explains that.
However, I always keep formal unless with close friends, and he is definitely not a friend – and I would never speak to my enemies in that manner.
"Captain Grey, I've been taught my whole life to keep to formalities, especially in the presence of a person in such a position as yourself."
He opens his mouth as if to say something but then shuts it. His dark green eyes narrow and he nods his head – "Alright."
"Goodnight Captain."
"Goodnight Heero."
I pull open the office door and step out into the bright white corridor - a complete contrast compared to the dark almost soothing room of Grey's office.
Jason is waiting for me just down the hall. His face lights up as he notices me.
"That was quick."
"Hn."
"Well I guess I'll show you to your room. You could probably do with the rest."
"Sure." I follow him around a few more corridors and down one floor. As he explains on the way the 4th floor is living quarters. We pass many blocks with different names of flowers, Lily, Daffodil, Rose, Belladonna and we stop at Anemone. My heart stops beating as I strike to the spot. Jason continues to walk on down the corridor unaware of my panic.
I gulp as I force myself to move, knowing today I will not get any sleep. Anemone is the name of the flower the young girl gave me before I killed her, her family and her dog. To me it is the flower of death, and as I walk down the corridor towards my new room I silently wish I was walking to my own death.
TBC...