Sworn Enemies (Arkham Edition AU)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Blooming With Magic

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One Week Later:

"Hello, Samuel." Jade greets as she enters the room with him. "I hope you're feeling a lot better."

"Wh-Why... d-do you... waaait sso long... to... talk...?" Samuel inquired as he choked on his punctured throat.

"It's part of the procedure to make the patient wait for a long period of time to make them desperate for communication and it is what makes them talk to their therapist. That's why you waited for weeks just for a five minute conversation with me." Jade answered.

Samuel looked down. "It's... so... lo-lo-lone-ly... in heeeeeeere..."

Jade's heart took a hit from that. "I'm sorry, Samuel. If I had the choice, I'd talk to you every day."

She noticed that some of his flesh that used to prod from the exposed seams of the costume was missing.

"You're missing a lot of meat... did it rot away?" She inquired.

"No..." Samuel answered, his deep and eerie voice still making her shudder. "I... I... to-re, tore... it... off... Piece... by-by... piece... hoping... I tore o... o...off... the right... organ... I'd ex-expired..."

"Samuel..." Jade gasped in horror. "Why are you doing this to yourself? We're trying to help you."

"It hurts... to... breathe... My throat is fu-full... of wir-wires... metal fill... filling my e-soph-a-gus..." Samuel drools blood from his mouth. "It hurts... just to... be ali... alive... Why... am I... still... heeeeeere...?"

"I don't know, Samuel." Jade answered. "If I had the same healing touch like Steven Universe, I would heal you to full health. Though... that metal suit would have to be removed."

"Let... me... go..." Samuel begged.

"Samuel, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be walking around Homeworld in your condition - especially looking like this." Jade informs with concern.

"I... want... to-to fix... this..." Samuel gasped for air before choking again. "...myself..."

"But maybe I could get White Diamond to help--"

"NO!" Samuel snapped before coughing. "She... left me... to rot..."

"But Samuel--"

"I... sa...id... no!" Samuel resisted. "Let... me... walk... freeeee..."

"I can't let you leave, Samuel." Jade denied. "It would mean death for you out there."

"I'm... allllllre-ready... deaaaad.... d-de-dead..." Samuel moaned painfully.

"I'm sorry, Samuel. But it's for the best that you stay here until you let White Diamond comes here." Jade asserts. "Maybe you'll eventually come to your senses and let me contact White. I think we're done for today."

She pressed the button to end it and left the room - once again leaving Samuel in the dim-lit room. He observed the room again, frantically looking for an exit. He glances over to the camera watching his every move.

Finally having enough, Samuel grabs a chair and weakly lifts it up - groaning at the agony as he wields the chair above his head. He smashed the camera and then fell down on the ground - hitting the floor brutally and the chair falling on top of him.