His eyes were wild and the bruise under his eye made him look even more menacing.And for the first time since I had known him, I could see the killer in him.
“Look who’s awake.” Mike sat down on the corner of my bed. “How are you feelin’?”
I shrugged my shoulders and tried to sit up. I opened my mouth to ask what happened, but couldn’t seem to speak after a sharp pain hit the back of my head. “Fuck.” I hissed. I took a deep breath and leaned back on my elbows.
“Careful there, soldier.” Mike’s voice was soft. “Last night, and only God seems to know how, you and your roommate ended up out back in the middle of a storm.” I frowned. What storm? “It was pouring and it was down in the twenties. You passed out. You’ve got a bit of a cold, but Dr. Carter says you should be fine in a couple days. Maybe even by tomorrow.” I nodded my head.
“What about Gerard?” My voice was scratchy and a little higher than normal. “Is he okay?” I was suddenly worried about him.
Mike nodded towards a bed a couple rows down. Gerard was laying down, gasping, whimpering and coughing, his hair plastered to his face with sweat. He was thrashing around and two nurses were trying to hold him still so they could sedate him. “He’s fine.” Mike noticed my horrified expression. “It looks worse than it is. Kid’s got a pretty weak immune system, but he’s gonna be fine.”
I felt so bad. Especially now that a part of me felt as though Gerard’s condition was my fault. In a way it was. Wait, no it wasn’t. It was Eric’s – that little fuckshit. I watched as finally one of the nurses was able to stab the needle into Gerard’s right arm and he slowly stopped thrashing.
My head hit the pillow in relief and Mike cleared his throat. “Frank, I need you to tell me what happened last night.” He said. “How did you two get outside? The alarms didn’t even go off.” He leaned forward. “Gerard’s got bruises on him.” He added, staring at me seriously.
I blinked. What, did he think that I hurt Gerard? I wouldn’t do that. It was Eric. But of course I had no proof of that to tell or show to Mike. I didn’t say anything, I just looked down at my hands.
“Frank, you need to tell me what happened. If you don’t tell me, after you recover, Deanna’s going to call you into her office and get you to tell her.” Mike said, not taking his eyes off of me.
I looked up and looked between Mike and Gerard, then back down at my hands. “I don’t remember.” I hated lying, but I knew that if Gerard thought Eric didn’t exist, then maybe Mike and Hart would think the same. I didn’t want to seem crazy, even if I was.
“Fine.” Mike said hesitantly. He got up and whispered something to a man, I assumed was Dr. Carter, then left the wing.
Dr. Carter handed me a couple pills to take and a Styrofoam cup full of water. I cautiously swallowed them, letting them linger on my tongue for another minute before taking a sip of water to get rid of the stale taste. Soon, I found myself growing tired and I let sleep take over.
The next couple of days were, in a word; Boring. It was the same routine over and over. I’d wake up. Mike would ask me if I was ‘ready to come clean’ about what happened, Gerard would have another nightmare, I’d get some pills, then some food, then some more pills, then Gerard would have another nightmare, and I’d fall into a dreamless sleep.
You can see why I was so happy when they let me go. They kept Gerard for an extra day, so I, at first, felt as though everything was going to be like it used to when I didn’t have a roommate. To my surprise – It wasn’t.
I ended up sitting at Ray and Bob’s table for both meals. All Ray could seem to talk about was the ‘lack of alien signs’ and, unfortunately, Gerard.
“I’m so glad you guys are still here. People have said that you guys tried to run away, but I knew that wasn’t true, because you’d take us with you. Right Frank? Right? Right, Frank? Frank?” I nodded my head absently, even though I honestly wasn’t sure whether, if I did escape this shithole, the thought of taking Ray with me would even cross my mind. Bob, maybe. Gerard? Definitely.
“Good!” Ray continued, excitedly. “Now, is Gerard still alive? ‘Cause there’s a rumor out that he was abducted.” His eyes were wide.
I glanced at Ray, as I stood up. “Ray, if he was abducted, how the hell am I supposed to know if he’s alive?”
Bob choked on his soup, and I couldn’t tell if he was shocked or trying not to laugh. I smirked myself at Ray’s expression. “Poor Gerard.” He sighed dramatically.
I sighed and turned around, not bothering to tell Ray that I had just been joking – I doubt he would have found it funny anyway.
A Supervisor that I didn’t know came up to me as I headed back to my room. “Franklin Ear-O?” He looked down at the piece of paper he held in his hands.
I rolled my eyes. “Frank. And it’s pronounced, Eye-Air-O.”
“Whatever.” He scoffed. “Ms. Deanna Hart wants to see you in her office. You know where it is?” He asked, as he handed me the note.
I couldn’t help but snort. “No.” I said sarcastically, before turning around and heading in the direction of her office.
Mike was right. She probably was going to ask me the same question that he had, and I’d give the same answer. ‘I don’t know.’ And I was going to keep giving people that answer until Eric showed up again so we could talk it over. I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt Gerard – he just had a bit of a temper.
I opened the door and sighed. “Look, I know what this is about-“ I paused. Gerard was sitting in one of the two empty chairs. His eyes widened when he saw me and he quickly looked away. “Oh, hey.” I said quietly, as I sat down. “You uh… You feeling better?”
He didn't answer.
“Okay, gentlemen, you obviously know why you’re here.” She clasped her hands together, showing that she meant business. We both nodded our heads, but didn’t say a word. “I need to know exactly what happened three nights ago.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t remember.” I might have answered that too quickly. “It’s still a blur.” I glanced at Gerard. I could tell by the expression he wore, that he knew I was lying. Well, did he expect me to tell the truth? Then I felt sick. What if he did? What if he was going to tell what he thought was the truth? That Eric didn’t exist. If Hart found that out, she’d put me back on that medication I hated. And that would mean that I had hurt Gerard, even though I knew I hadn’t.
“Fine.” She shook her head. She was obviously in no mood to argue with me. She looked like she hadn’t slept, judging from the dark circles under her eyes. “Gerard?”
“I don’t remember, much.” He said, quietly. I noticed that he had a dark bruise under his eye, the after effect of a black eye.
“What happened there?” Hart noticed the bruise as well.
Oh fuck. Here it comes.
He looked at me for a moment before turning back to her. He looked her in the eyes, and I knew he wasn’t going to lie.
But he did.
“I fell.” She didn’t look satisfied. “It was wet, and cold, and slippery. I fell and landed on my face. I’m a klutz.” He added. He sounded so serious, even I almost believed him.
Hart’s face was hard to read. Her lips had formed a straight line and she was tapping her pen on her desk, staring at the both of us – trying to figure out whether or not she should believe a word that we had just said.
“You know, I try to help you guys as much as I can.” She started. Oh great, here it comes. I had received this lecture from her many times, I could almost recite it in my head – and by the look he was giving her, Gerard felt the same way. “But I can’t help you, unless you tell me what’s wrong.” She finished.
We still didn’t say anything. “Gerard.” She turned to him, knowing that out of the two of us, he would be the one to tell her everything, if she could get to him. He looked at her, displaying the same poker faced expression she wore. She sighed and waved her hand. "You are both dismissed."
Gerard left the office first, walking briskly ahead of me. It took me a while to match his pace. "Gerard!" I panted, when I finally caught up to him. He didn't look at me. "Are you okay?" He didn't say anything. "Look, I'm sorry about last night. Eric can have a bit of a temper sometimes."
He spun around and grabbed me by the shoulders, pinning me up against the door of our room. "Listen. I don't want you to ever fucking talk to Eric again."
I blinked. What the? "But-"
"Ever." His eyes were wild and the bruise under his eye made him look even more menacing.
And for the first time since I had known him,
I could see the killer in him.
Author's Note- Ficwad went spastic & deleted this chapter when I first put it up. -.- I took advantage of it and edited it a little, but I'm still pissed. -.- Anyway, tell me what you think? x