Cat-Hybrid Task Force 141

Nightmare (7)

Part 7

I wake up in my bunk not realizing I fell asleep. Was that all just a horrible nightmare? Please. Please have it just be a nightmare. I think as I walk to Price's office. I walk in and see Price holding his head up by his hands staring at the ground.

"Um price?" I ask nervously.

He wipes tears from his face before he looks up with a smile,

"How are ya feeling princess?"

I stand by the door with my tail in my hands.

"Um...am...um..." I don't want to know the answer. Price walks up to me and places his hands on my shoulders as he kneels down.

"You fell asleep a few hours ago, Ghost put you in your room to sleep."

I feel my legs turn to liquid before I fall to my knees,

"It wasn't a nightmare." I ask, looking up at price, tears blurring my vision. Price tightens his grip slightly on my shoulder as he looks down shaking his head no. I cover my face in my hands as I start to sob again. This can't be happening. Why? Why is this happening? After everything I went through? I stop sobbing as my body fills with rage. I look up a little to see prices knife in its holster.

I don't think as I quickly grab it and gab it into my stomach multiple times. I scream in pain as I feel the cold steel enter my body. Prices eyes widen in terror as he pulls my hand away from the knife now impaled into my abdomen.

"No! No! No! No! Kid stay with me!" Price yells as I cry out in pain. Tears run down the sides of my face as I lay on the floor pooling with blood. Price picks me up, making me scream out.

"I know I know. Just hold on for me princess." Price runs down the hallway pushing thru soldiers to get to medbay. He looks down as he notices me coughing up blood. I cry out in pain as he carries me.

"Shit! It's okay you're going to be okay." We run thru the metal doors into the medical center,

"I need some help over here!" Price yells as he places me on a bed. The same bed I was on the other day, not knowing that I was planned to be forced to leave. I scream and cry out in pain as the nurses hook me up to different ivs and apply pressure on my wound. I try pushing their hands away but I'm too weak.

"Restrain her" a nurse orders. My arms and legs are restrained and I start to panic. I pull against them as I have a panic attack. My heart and breathing quicken while my brain contortes the room around me into the lab. The nurses turn into the doctors and scientists that tortured and experimented on me for days on end.

"Sedate her stat" I hear in the distance. I struggle against the restaurants crying,

"Please no more! Please!"

I start fading in and out of consciousness after the sedation is injected into my arm.

Price watches from the corner of the room covered in my blood. He's staring at me shocked that I would do something like that. He reaches up for his radio with shaking hands, as he presses the button to talk his voice gets caught in his throat.

"A...Ghost and Soap...to medbay...immediately" he voice cracks and wavers as he tries to speak. A few minutes later Ghost and soap are heard running towards medical. Ghost opens the doors quickly as he frantically looks around. He sees nurses surrounding a bed with price in the corner covered in blood. Him and soap walk over to Price and turn to look at the bed. They can't see anything as the nurses work on me.

"What the fuck happened?" Ghost asks trying to look past the nurses before looking at Price covered in blood.

"She...she...the kid..." Price is struggling to speak as he stares towards the nurses. Ghost places his hands on his shoulders making him look at him,

"Price tell us what happened."

"Um...she...stabbed herself with...my knife."

The two men's eyes go wide in shock and terror,

"What?" Was all they could muster.

"We need more blood over here!" A nurse yells as the monitors start to flash warnings.

"What's happening?" Ghost tries to ask but the nurses are too focused on treating me. Ivs are put into my arms giving me blood and medication to keep me asleep. After a couple hours the nurses leave the room as I have stablized. Ghost and Soap walk towards me and see tubes and ivs connected to my small body. Ghost grabs my hand and rubs my knuckles with his thumb.

"This is all their fault" Ghost whispers as he stares down at me.

"What?" Soap asks confused. Ghost continues looking at me,

"If those damn bloody higher-ups didn't order her to leave she wouldn't have done this!" Ghost yells as he grips my hand tighter. Soap looks back at price and sees he's frozen,

"Captain? Are ya alright?"

"Why the fuck would I be alright Johnny!? The kid used MY knife!" Price yells as he stares at his bloodied hands. Soap walks over to Price,

"It wasn't ya fault. Ta only people that should be blamed are those fucking higher-ups."

"Price you should go get cleaned up, we'll watch over her until you get back." Ghost says as he moves a chair over to the bed.

Price walks thru the hallways aimlessly as he stares ahead. His mind blank as he walks with no destination in mind. Unknowingly he finds his way to his office, and walks in. As he closes the door his knees collapse under him as he sees the puddle of blood on the ground beneath him.

"Fucking hell princess. Why? Why would you do something like this?" He whispers to himself as he gently rubs his hand over the wet blood. His vision blurs from the tears trying to escape their prison. Price doesn't fight them as they roll down his face soaking his beard. He stares at the ground for what feels like hours before he hears a knock at the door. He goes to wipe the tears away but notices they've already dried.

"Price?" Soap slowly opens the door. Price stands up and slumps into a chair in front of his desk. He holds his head as he stares at the ground soaked in blood. Soap walks into the office,

"I thought ya were cleaning up?"

Price doesn't say anything as soap places a warming hand on his shoulder.

"Ta docs say ta las will make a full recovery. She's going ta be in an induced coma fa a little bit."

"*sigh* Thanks Soap" Price stands up and walks out towards the men's shower. Soap is left alone in prices office staring at the pool of blood soaking into the ground.