14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

68. Dreams Of Yesterday-I

This is the actual new chapter for everyone who were all caught up before I took the book down and umm... the ships are kinda sinking😶‍🌫️

Axl:

When I woke up she was still sitting on the chaise like she was about an hour ago when she came to check in on me.

I've lost count of the number of times I projectile vomited my guts in the past five days since I started taking my new meds. That was all I did. At this point I'm not even sure if there is anything left inside me from the number of times I threw up. It wasn't just nausea. I was constantly feeling lightheaded to the point that I haven't gotten out of bed in 3 days. I knew if I walked I would faint. I was also running a fever.

The doctor said those were common symptoms and that I might also get cranky.

I lifted my own hand to my forehead to check.

"You don't have a fever now." She said not taking her eyes off from the file she held.

What the fuck is she still doing here?! And how does she know if I still have a fever or not? As if she checked. Yeah right! All she did since she came in was read that stupid file. If she wanted to work why did she bother coming here?!

Formality?

I don't that need that shit.

When she first came in I was honestly happy. Over the fucking ninth cloud but then she said something that kinda pissed me off (I can't remember). We almost fought. I don't know why but we actually didn't fight. Then she retreated to working on that stupid file and I slept due to boredom or maybe cos' of the meds.

"Why are you still here?" I asked her, rolling to my side so I was fully facing her. "I don't need your pity."

"Oh my god!" She groaned, "All I did was playfully ask you to thank me for coming in. I was just joking around with you like I always do and if that was a huge mistake then I'm sorry."

No! I know she meant it when she asked me to thank her. Whatever she was doing for me, it was all out of pity. She doesn't feel for me even an ounce of what I feel for her. Neither then nor now. But of course, I couldn't turn my back on her like she does to me.

"Your jokes suck!" I grumbled before smiling upon remembering all the times I told her that in the past, jokingly. Perhaps, she caught on that. She stared at me for a second before continuing to read that file.

"Talk to me!!!" I groaned. If she came to check on me the least she could do was pay attention to me.

"I tried." She said, "But you wanted to fight. So this is better."

I shook my head. That wasn't true at all, but before I could say that she interrupted me.

"And what is this?" Her tone changed now, as she pointed to something near her feet. When I craned my neck and looked down I saw the same cardboard box that I took when she left. The one with my things.

"Those are mine, anyway." I shrugged. It was no big deal.

She stared at me for a second before picking up a photo from it. Her eyes were closed and had a hand holding her face. I really liked that one.

"These photos of me in college. Taken by my ex, belongs to you?"

Is she upset that she won't be able to sell any of it now? Besides she's with Nikki so why does this matter, "You can take those. I meant my letters and photos."

"Axl," She sighed, "These things belonged to me for all these years and I'm going to keep them especially since you didn't even have the decency to tell me before pretty much committing theft."