Pins and Needles

Chapter 25

I bent and creased my foot, feeling for any major pain as I did so. I had taken my stitches out a couple days ago and was now checking one last time to see if it was good. There was a large scar that took the stitches place, but it was only noticeable if you looked closely.

Halfway through the examination, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I called out, already knowing who was here.

Maeve greeted me with a soft smile once I opened the door to let her in, "Hi!"

"Hey, did you want something to eat or drink?"

"I could go for some coffee," she replied.

I had wanted to meet up with Maeve just to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't do anything stupid involving Clark and Dean. Even though what she had said the other day sounded like she had moved on, I knew better than to trust those words from personal experience.

Maeve plopped down on the couch as I cruised over to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. Once it finished, I placed two cups onto the counter and filled them up, one with more than the other. Then, I grabbed the half and half from my fridge and two spoons before making my way over to Maeve. I placed down the more filled up cup in front of Maeve and began assembling the other for myself. I poured the half and half into the mug until it almost reached the top, then stirred it all together with my spoon.

"Would you like some coffee with your creamer?" Maeve joked.

I lifted the mug to my lips, "I don't like the bitterness, you know this."

The girl beside me just taunted me and began pouring creamer into her own mug. She continued spilling it in until the half and half showed up at the top like the mushroom cloud an explosion causes. She stirred the mixture until there was a light golden color coating the liquid.

I watched as she sipped on the drink, then spoke, "How are you feeling?"

Maeve crossed her legs and cleared her throat, preparing an answer to my question that had no definite subject, "I'm not sure. I only know that I feel slightly better than I did a few days ago."

"And about the video? Do you suspect any other reason why they would be confronted by the police other than what I said?" I leaned in.

She paused for a moment, then shook her head, "No, I think your theory is most likely. I have a gut feeling that it had to do with me and what you explained about Dean makes it all add up."

I sat back into the cushion, physically relaxing as I nodded with ease, "Yeah, I agree. Can't think of anything else."

"Do you think Clark'll... I dunno, turn Dean in for doing that to him?"

I flinched and pricked my finger, cursing at myself for not thinking of that sooner. They both had substantial evidence against me and if they both went in to tell their side of the story, I'd be done for. Clark I wasn't too worried about since he couldn't exactly go anywhere, much less speak, in the state he was in. Dean, well, Dean, however, he'd be an issue. I hadn't gotten a call, though, from the station yet regarding that, so I could only hope he hadn't ratted me out.

I looked at Maeve's expectant face and responded to her question, "Maybe, maybe not. Clark didn't look very stable in that video, so he probably isn't in any state to show up to the station even if he wanted to."

"Oh, that's true. I heard from Simon and Jess that he was restricted to a hospital bed and that they think he's in a coma."

I bit my lip, trying my hardest not to smile at the news, so I changed the subject, "What's up between those two anyways? They seem really close."