Walls

Wednesday

White. Blinding white all around. One man can not tell if they see white, or they don't see at all. He knows there is white. His eyes are open, pupils narrow. It burns. All around it burns, like salt on a slug, it burns. A blur. His vision is blurring and body numbing from the pain, but he can't fall. He can't rest. Floating. Something in the distance. A blur. It's coming closer. The closer it is the more clear it is, but not to him. Many eyes, many limbs, many colors, he does not know what he is seeing, all he feels is immense pain in his eyes the longer he looks at it, but deprived of his bodily functions he can't not stare. His eyes so dry he can't close them anymore, and he stares until...

As Warrick was starting to fall asleep his phone rang. To him this could only mean one thing at this hour. Update on the chest, but that wasn't the case. He looked around before picking up the phone, but Eliza was nowhere to be seen. As his phone continued to ring he searched around for her.

-Liz! Where are you?
...
-Eliza!
-What?!
-Are you okay?
-Yes, yes I am fine. But lady problems.
-Oh, okay, sorry...
-I'll be out in a bit. And pick up that phone, you know I don't particularly like your ringtone. It's creepy.
-It's just a song.
-Well, not every song should be a ringtone, now go.

Warrick was relieved Eliza turned out to be safe. He couldn't not think about the most negative things in the dead of the night when his nightmares rule over him.

-Hello?
-Good evening, sweetie.~
-Zel!? How do you have this number?
-That doesn't concern you.
-But it does, it's my number.
-Details. Anyway, how are you tonight?
-I am great thank you very much. If that's all then goodnight.
-I heard from a little bird you have some sort of pirate's treasure you're looking for, no?
- What?! ... What are you talking about...
- Don't play dumb. I know everything there is to know about this shithole of a town.
- Did he tell you about this? Wait, how do you know him?
- Oh, so you have an accomplice? Good to know. See? I told you I know everything. Well, sooner or later I find out that is.
- Forget him. What about the chest? Do you know anything about it?
- I know lots my dear.
- What do you want?
- I want you to come and meet me right now.
- That is not possible, can't it wait until tomorrow?
- Tell her I am Ron and he needs help with something A.S.A.P..
- She won't bite that, wait, how do you know Ron?
- That is again, not your concern. What concerns you is the chest, right?
- Okay, fine...
- See you soon, sweetie. ~

As Warrick closed his phone he heard the water stopping in the bathroom. He was not sure it was the right thing to ditch Eliza at this point, but the chest was more important than a couple more hours of spending time with her. He could always hang out with her more in the future.

- Hey, I am back. Sorry, I just had... you know.
- I get it. It's fine, don't worry about it.
- How come you're awake?
- Ron called. He said he needed me for something now.
- So you're going?
- He didn't tell me what he needs me for, so I think it's better if I go. It might be really important.
- I see...
- I'll make it up to you, promise!
- Okay, okay. Just be careful, it's late.
- I will. See you tomorrow?
- It's already today silly.
- Right.
- Cya.

Warrick left Eliza clearly disappointed, but she was not one to get mad over small things, she was simply a bit disappointed that things didn't turn out the way she wanted to. As Warrick was walking to meet Zelia it then just him... he had no idea where she is.

- Hello?
- How unusual for you to be calling me, sweetie. ~
- Where should I be going?
- Your place of course.
- Oh, gee, why didn't I think of meeting up with a stranger at my place?
- Exactly, now hurry, I am bored.

Warrick's seemingly nonchalant attitude towards Zelia was stemming from anxiety towards the chest. For some reason he turns into an entirely different person when the chest is involved, he loses all rationality and cautiousness he is known for.