The Protectors; Book 3

When I'm Ready

Foxete's POV:

    Illoha moved my stuff into my new room in the hospital. It looks like I'm staying. We didn't talk. According to Dex, I wouldn't leave her side until I "woke up" from the trance I was in. They gave me a check up. It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with me such as a microchip, but it's hard to tell. I know Freddy experimented on me. Stuck me with loads of needles. I'm definitely.... messed up... Freddy has access to as much technology as he wants. For now, I'm confined to a psych ward.

"Foxete?" One of the nurses comes in.
"Hi."
"I have meds for you to take." She smiles warmly at me. I don't return it.
"What for?"
"Your psychological welfare." She pushes them towards me.
"Yeah, no."
"Why not?" She asks.
"I want to know what they are."
"They're pills for your-" I cut her off.
"No I get that. I just mean, what will this shit do to me?"

"It will stop the nightmares. Day terrors and PTSD panic attacks." Illoha enters behind her, "That's the hope."

She's wearing a doctors uniform.

"I thought you were a pharmacist." I raise my eyebrows.
"Thought I'd learn how to fix you lot up better if I'm going to be the crews medic."

I stare at her and then the pills. "You promise this won't lobotomize me or something?"
"Why would I want that? You're no fun without your... flavor?" She laughs. It makes me feels warm, but cold soon after.

I take the pills.
Illoha wouldn't give me something that would hurt me. Not intentionally.
It's my fault she cheated anyways. It always is.

The nurse leaves.

"I have to talk to you." Illoha sighs and sits on the edge on my bed.
"About..."
"Not us. Not yet." She shifts uncomfortably, "About... Freddy. Your Freddy. He thinks your dead."
"Illoha... I can't." I shake my head and look down.
"He wants to help."

I look up at her shocked.

"After you... died... he told us he'd help. Apparently... things aren't looking good at his pizzeria. I think seeing you would make everything better." She explains.
I sigh, "Give me a few days. I don't want to... breakdown at the sound of his voice."
She nods.
"When I'm ready."
She smiles, "I'll be here when you are."

I don't think that was meant for the Freddy conversation.... But message received...

(400 words)