Every Moment (ZeRoyalMexican)

Part 41 - Visible

~Gassy's POV~

"How do you feel?" I shake my head, running my fingers through my hair and shaking my head repeatedly, feeling strange, as if something is touching every inch of my skin. Glancing back down towards PJ he looks up to me seeming concerned and genuinely worries about how I feel. Closing my eyes I shake my head again and nod.

"I'm fine. Feels a bit strange but at least I'm visible again," I say, looking into the nearest mirror to find myself staring back, looking as normal as ever. It feels as if I'm wearing some kind of suit that just touches every inch of skin, it feels wrong. None of the other Hidden showed to be uncomfortable like this, so it must be because I'm such a "young" Hidden that I'm more bothered than the others. Rubbing my face I close and open my eyes, trying to get over the awkward feeling but when it just lingers I give up and glance over at PJ. Ever since he came he's practically made this lab his home and while I'm glad we have someone smart here again, I do feel a bit off by having him use this lab like it was his lab when in my mind this is still the place I'd always find Ze and Chilled messing around. He suddenly glanced over towards me and I just look back away, trying to dump the thoughts of Ze out of my head. It's over, he rejected me like that and now I'm pretty much doomed for the rest of my life, that is unless our scientists get their shit together and find a permanent cure already.

"Anyways, I thought you said that Dr. Ze was smart?" PJ suddenly asks and I look over to him, confused why he'd bring it up. He lifts his laptop, motioning me to join him, as I do looking onto the screen and finding a picture of whatever Ze had been writing on the board. "These calculations are all wrong. At least, very slightly so that others wouldn't notice the small errors but they're definitely there."

"Maybe he just didn't want to give the Hidden any information, he was said to not be a part of them. Whatever it is, he has to be a part of some sinister organization," I mutter, holding my hand at the spot in my neck that is still aching a bit from the injection. I'm pretty sure he didn't have to dig it in so deep but he still did. While it may have just been that he was being rushed since he did escape it was definitely harsh.

"Does it hurt?" PJ asks, noticing my hand covering the tiny scar which is almost completely invisible.

"Yeah..." I mutter but shake my head and brush him off when he heads towards me taking it literally. Curiously, PJ looks to me and seems a bit troubled, shifting awkwardly a bit. "What is it?" I ask when I become annoyed after he continually just glances from me to the laptop to my eyes.

"It's just... you and Ze were friends right? And he turned you into a Hidden, but why? I would understand if he just wanted to give us another powerful asset to help us but he had no way of knowing if you'd survive or if they'd just execute you because you are now the same as the people we are fighting. Unless he's just so good to have calculated everything would have turned out like it is, but even so I wouldn't ever do such things with the large risk it had on you. I mean, you could have died," he mutters, seeming troubled as he looks down and holds his hand in front of his mouth. Seeing him act so troubled makes me chuckle, realizing it really isn't just Diction and my friends here on base who care but my partners, the other soldiers.

"I don't know, PJ. Whatever the reason is, it's most likely to do with him betraying us anyways. He's in the past now I guess, stabbing me in the neck was his way of telling us he isn't my friend anymore. It's fine, let's just leave that at that," I say, tired of hearing over and over these hopeful lines for Ze only to be stabbed in the back. Says me, the one who nearly literally stabbed him in the back. Maybe if I did I would have led a simpler life, continuing to work for the Hidden, no questions asked and none of these complicated thoughts beyond "will I survive?". At least that question is out of the way now, but the thought makes me recall something and I glance over to PJ. "But, Ze did know who will survive the process and not. He told me once, so he knew I would survive before doing it," I explain and PJ nods slowly, narrowing his eyes into his laptop.