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Pain errupted through the side of my head. It was a dull fiery ache that consumed my entire skull and crept stealtily towards my heart. Virus.
Sitting up as slow as was possible, I squinted at my surroundings.
The room I was in wasn't a looker. Mis-matched green and orange rugs lay on the floor practically ontop of one another. The matress I was sat on was pressed up against the left wall. A door to the right, and inbetween it all a small window pouring out moonlight.
Rain thrummed against the window pane in a steady beat as I continued my observation.
I was nude save for a pair of boxer briefs that fit me losely. The cold nipped at my skin, and raised goosebumps on my arms. Ignoring the pain that came with light entering my retina, I stared out the window. Serene.
Well, it would have been if I'd known where I was.
Turning my eyes back to the matress, I saw it. The thin slip of red material half-hidden under the covers. And when I saw it, I saw the indent of her body. And when I saw the indent of her body, the door opened to reveal the devil herself.
"Where am I?"
"Don't you know?" she purred, voice soft and seductive. At that very moment I wanted to rip her throat out, but I knew that would be depriving myself later on.
I didn't answer, just met her eyes with confusion in mine.
She sighed, and curled up into bed next to me. "You got shot, when you left the boss's office. His thug underboss shot you right here." She pressed her fingers against my bandaged lower abdomen for emphasis. "So you did the only thing you could think of. You called me, told me everything, and then promply collapsed. Looking for you was the longest twenty minutes of my life."
Her last scentence came out nearly choked, but I didn't let that register.
"You're not a doctor."
"I dropped out in my last year."
"Why?"
her gaze met mine, eyes drowning. "Divine intervention?"
I scoffed, bringing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer into me. The world spun, and my body flushed with heat. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and spoke into her strawberry fragranced hair. "It's gonna be okay now. We can be together."
She shoved me off, untangled herself.
It was a first. Normally I was the one to break free and stare angrily. Having the tables flipped made me antsy, and it showed in the tone of my voice.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I'm not real that's what's wrong. We can't ever be together because the minute you go back to taking your medication, it's over. Everything is. You get back on the pills and suddenly, you go back to your miserable shiny bleached-white life!"
Tears streamed down her face, and despite knowing she was right I felt my heart crumble. I was a badly made souffle, absolutely deflated.
"Darling I-"
"Don't darling me!"
She stood, taller than ever before and stromed out. The door closed with a loud bang behind her, everything fading into black. Now that I had seen her lose her composure, I didn't want her to lose anything else. I stared at the door for a long time, fighting the fatigue.
Morality was my doom, my body slacking from exhaution. I couldn't fight anymore, I was spent.
Eventually, my eyes dropped like a body in the river, and I sunk into sleep.
"I loved you." I whispered to the dark, before I felt the effects of the drugs starting to wear off. "I really fucking loved you."
