Beautiful Things (SeaChaos)

Part 17 - Old Acquaintances

~Nanners' POV~

"What the hell was that?" The dark haired woman blinks before glancing back to me with a look of pure confusion. I don't swear often but I swear this woman is really getting on my nerved since the moment she showed up at my door.

"What? Why are we talking? You have a fucking bullet in your stomach, and your leg? Oh God is there any other place?" I shake my head as she lifts my shirt and reviews the poring blood there and frowns. "How the hell do we take out a bullet? Shit, I need to look it up," she panics and turns away from me and pulls out her phone, punching the keys rapidly. I stare at her for a long time before pulling on her hair, the wig falling to the floor causing her to glance back in shock but doesn't say anything before continuing her studying. This girl... I haven't seen her in years and here she is, in my reach when all I could think about for several weeks at a time was her being in my reach. Suddenly she looks back towards me, her blue eyes sparkling with worry as she reviews my injuries once again before sighing and rising.

"I'm going to go find for what I need... if I can find it. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise just... don't die..." she says before grabbing her stuff and rushing out of the room after ripping off her hair net. I watch as the door behind her shuts closed and I just sigh and look down. I hadn't realized until now that her and Chilled are actually a lot alike. The only difference between how they acted is that Chilled suddenly and plainly told me that he fell for me while her... well she was a lot more private and more of the blushing and looking away type of girl. Chilled... he's quite... the man I guess. The rush of emotions that came through me when he had suddenly confessed to me like that, just how did I go through that without saying anything in return about it? A sting of pain hits me and I flinch, looking down and recalling the fact I am injured.

He looked... unsurprised that someone was with me meaning he probably watched the broadcast which means he saw her.... It's not like it matters, he doesn't feel a single bit about Nanners like he does with Adam, he shouldn't have been bothered about it at all. It's just the guy he hates the most... the guy who probably likes him the most. I've come into terms with both of my identities, while as Adam I control myself a lot more as Nanners I simply do what I want. I've accepted that this means that I really do want to do those things to Chilled, I'm probably just sexually attracted to him and possibly became a bit curious in seeing his different expressions. It will never become like it had with.... I look up to the door, just when is she coming back? I'm feeling cold, freezing, as if the blood that's leaving me is barely coming into my mind as my hand begins to twitch in anticipation to just collapse at any moment from the lack of blood.

"Sorry, I'm back, did you die?" she bursts through the door as I was waiting with her arms full with things as she drops it all and looks to me seeming to panic more and more with every second. "What are you - what? No, don't-" I don't pay attention to her as my eyelids drop in exhaustion from having already put up with it for so long before now. This girl... she used to be a detective. She was one of the many detectives in the department from California in one of the first towns I had attacked. Back then I used to occasionally go with Cathy mainly because Cathy was too worried for my well being and came when she was worrying and wanted to make sure herself that I'd be alive and uncaught in the end. This was another bump in Cathy's and my relationship in which I fell in love with Miranda, the long golden haired woman who showed up at my doorstep today.

"Good morning." I blink in confusion as I step into the kitchen and find this woman using my kitchen with all of the ingredients spread around as if this is her kitchen. Seems like she already made herself at home... just how long is she planning on staying over? "Want a cup of coffee? Oh and how do you like your eggs? Where is Cathy? Are you guys not together anymore?" I blink in shock at the sudden attack of questions and shake my head, rubbing my head and flinching when I feel a small shock of pain as I limp again nearly forgetting I had also been shot in the leg. On the second thought...