100 Things •JB•

Part 12: Medication

Sofia, will you talk to me please?" Justin begged as we burst through the hotel doors.

"Luggage first, talk second." I said, breathless from my all the running as I started to search the room to find where the bellboy might have put our bags.

"Fi! Just breathe for a second. Let talk." Justin begged again, taking a seat on the armchair in the corner of the room.

"There's nothing to talk about Justin. We're leaving. Where the hell did he put the damn bags?!" I exclaimed, walking around the dining table in at the side of the suit, hoping the bags might be somewhere around there.

"You see," Justin started, with a sigh, "that right there is something to talk about. Why the hell are we leaving? We just got here." I didn't answer him, I just continued to search around the room. He sighed again, "If you find the bags, will you talk to me?" I stood up straight from my position on the floor, looking under the couch, and nodded my head. He rolled his eyes, "The master bedroom, love."

Of course! The master bedroom. I quickly hurried into the huge room with a California king bed as the centerpiece.

Just as he'd suspected, the bags were sitting at the foot of the enormous bed, "Aha!" I exclaimed, running to the bags.

"Talk Sofia." Justin said, walking into the room behind me.

I grabbed one of the bags on wheels and started pulling it towards the front door of the hotel, "What do you want to know?"

I heard Justin's hands hit his sides, as if he'd thrown them up, exasperated, "I don't know, how about why you took of in a dead sprint when we got out of the flower shop?"

I cleared my throat as I walked back to the room to grab another bag and repeat the process, "Easy. You bumped into my brother, who is chasing me around the world, trying to force me into a hospital."

I caught a glimpse of Justin's creased eyebrows on my way to the door. "So, you did the mature thing to do, and ran away?" He asked, sarcastically.

I placed the suitcase at the front door and walked back over to Justin, my hands on my hips, "I've never claimed to be mature, and I really, really don't want to die in a hospital. So, yeah, I ran away." Then walked into the room and grabbed another bag, "Could you help me with the luggage?"

"We're not leaving, Fi." Justin said from the other room.

I dragged the duffle bag I had in my hands right past him to to the front door. If he was against us leaving, then why was he letting me move the luggage? "We're leaving, Justin."

Justin walked over to where I stood, "How do you know he wants to force you into a hospital?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Oh, I don't know Justin. Maybe the fact that, when I left he begged me to go back to chemo, and kept telling me how sick I was." I said, a little sarcastically, then started to go back to the master bedroom to get the last of the bags.

Justin stopped me, catching my wrist as I tried to move passed him, "Fi, your list says to stay in a five star hotel for a night. How about you just calm down, and we'll leave in the morning?"

I yanked my wrist away, "No, we have to leave now. He'll find us, Justin."

"He was all the way on the other side of town, Sofia. Where we were lost, remember?" He asked, in a voice that said I was being stupid. I wasn't being stupid.

I walked straight up to him, tilting my head back slightly to look him straight in the eyes, "He followed me to Belgium, Justin. To Belgium. He can find me here, tonight. He's going to find me, and put me in a hospital," I said, my voice breaking slightly. But I cleared it, because I didn't want to cry now, "The list says, 'Die in Greece.' Number one hundred, 'Die in Greece.' Not, number one hundred, 'Die hooked up to a million machines with no hair.' Okay, Justin? I know a lot of people die fighting, and I admire them for that but Justin," I said, my voice almost as quiet as a whisper, "I'm scared. I'm not as brave as those people who die fighting. So, we're leaving tonight, because I'm scared. So, help me with the luggage."