Prosperous In Battle

10: Morgan

OTTILIE'S POV

I laid on the table in medical. Bruce was examining me. I killed people. That was all I could think about. Every life I took was running through my mind and I couldn't make it stop. I felt my chest tighten and my grip on my mums hand along with it. "It's okay, you're safe here," Bruce told me. I may be safe, but are they? I nearly killed my mum.  

I could have killed my mum! My Mum!

"Ottilie I'm going to need you to take this off so I can check your ribs." I nearly killed my mum. "Ottilie? Can you hear me?" I nearly killed my mum. "Did she get hit in the head?" I nearly killed my mum. "Ottilie?" I nearly killed my mum. "I'm going to use a needle now." "Don't touch me!" I freaked out. "She's fine. She can hear." Bruce said. "I nearly killed my mum," I mumbled unaware of who was in the room anymore. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay." "No, No it's not. I'm a murderer. I killed people. We need to call the police. We need- Oh my fucking God!" I'm going to end up in prison for the rest of my life. I'm a serial killer. I literal serial killer! I was going to kill my mum because some guy in my ear told me to. I was... I nearly killed my mum. 

"Natasha can you take her clothes off, her breathings bothering me," Bruce says. "Don't touch me! I said don't touch me!" I stood up hands. "Sweetie, your rib could be pushing on your lungs. He just needs to check it out." "My ribs are fine." She couldn't see that. She couldn't see that. No. No. I wasn't letting this happen. 

"Would you feel more comfortable if I got a female-"I want Peppa," I say clearly. "I want you to leave and I want Peppa." I look at my mum, she tried to hide her hurt expression but I was protecting her. I was. I promise. 

"Okay. Okay, Kiddo. I'll get Peppa." Tony tells me. I nodded and everyone left but me and Bruce and Peppa came in. "Welcome home." She greeted me. "Tilly?" I nodded. I took off my belts from my waist and thighs. I slowly unzipped the catsuit peeling it off my body. I caught sight of myself in the mirror when it was pooling around my ankles. 

I choked on a sob. I was so ugly.

PEPPA'S POV

I held my breath when I saw all the scars and bruises running up her sides. Were they burns? She must have caught sight of herself in the small mirror on the far wall because she began to cry. I looked at her lower abdomen. They left her reproductive system in, I knew nat was worried about that. There were no surgical scars there. Small cuts but nothing big enough for a major operation like that. 

I hugged her in an attempt at comforting her. "I don't deserve this." She said pushing me away. "A hug?" She shook her head. "You deserve a lot more than a hug." "I killed people." "Oh, baby." I cupped her cheek. "That's not your fault okay. It's not." 

"Tilly? Please can I feel your rib's?" "They're broken. 7 of them. It's fine." She says brushing him off. "I just need to make sure they're not puncturing any of your organs." She slowly nodded turning to the bed, she climbed up she wasn't hiding her pain, she was hurting that was clear. Bruce touched her sides and she flinched, I think more out of instinct than pain. 

"Tilly," Natasha called from behind the door. "No." She told her. "I have you some clothes." She looked at me. She didn't want her mum to see the state her body was in. How she even managed to fight like this I don't know. She looked like she had been part of a war. "One minute," I say I let go of her hand and go to the door.

"Is she okay?" "She's good." I forced a smile. "Why can't I come in? What's wrong with her." "Nothing. Thanks for the clothes." I closed the door quickly. 

"These look like peters, they should fit," I tell her handing them to her. "I'll get you some painkillers but you seem okay." She nodded at Bruce and thanked me for the clothes she changed quickly, the t-shirt was baggy on her but the joggers fitted fine.