Experiment of Madness

56-Broken but Alive: The Price of Love-Dag

As I slowly open my eyes, I find Ivarsen standing over me, his actions obscure. Blood... I've been shot.

What is Ivarsen doing here?

With a commanding tone, Ivarsen instructs me, "Sleep," his voice firm and decisive. There's a sense of urgency behind his words, as if his intention is for me to pass out. His gaze holds a hint of concern under the commanding exterior.

With Ivarsen's order, I close my eyes once again. I surrender to the darkness, my body feeling heavy, my consciousness slipping, the pain fading away.

Slowly, my eyes flutter open once more. The room is a blur, but I can make out the figures of Fane and Ivarsen conversing nearby. My senses are still groggy, my mind trying to focus on their words.

Fane greets me with a grin, his tone lighthearted and teasing. "Good morning, sunshine," he says, his smile playful, yet it carries a hint of concern beneath the surface. He gives me a quick smile, his eyes searching for any sign of my condition.

Despite my grogginess and pain, my thoughts immediately shift to Aerra, my urgency overriding everything else. "Aerra? I have to go to her..." I try to gather my thoughts, the need to get to her overpowering.
Ivarsen's voice cuts through the moment, firm and assertive. "Lie the fucking down," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. His words are commanding, leaving no space for disobedience.

Ivarsen's gaze grows slightly more intense, his question tinged with concern. "Doesn't matter. Tell me who the hell shot you," he demands, his voice slightly impatient, wanting to know the perpetrator's identity.

Fane looks at me, his gaze searching as he asks, "Did Emilia and Link run out from jail?" There's a hint of frustration in his tone, yet the question holds genuine concern.

Ivarsen's eyes widen, as I confess to shooting myself, his tone carrying a tinge of shock. "No," I explain, "I shoot myself."
 
Ivarsen's eyes widen, and shock flashes across his face, his tone dripping with surprise. He's clearly taken aback by my revelation. "*You did it yourself?" His words carry a mix of astonishment and exasperation.
 
"Why the hell did you do it?" he questions, his tone a mix of disbelief and frustration, the frustration evident in his words.

I mutter, "I don't feel pain...did you give me painkillers?" My words carry a hint of confusion, my senses still heightened, yet there's a strange lack of pain.
Fane casually admits, "Yeah, I stole some." His tone carries a hint of humor, yet his words hold the truth.

"Don't worry," Fane reassures me, his tone soft. "No one knows. We moved you in this room, and no one saw us. I checked on Aerra; she's still asleep." His words bring a small sense of relief, the secrecy of the situation and the comforting thought of Aerra peacefully sleeping bring a moment of respite amidst the chaos.

Ivarsen's words catch my attention, his tone carrying a mix of disapproval and a hint of judgement. His words carry a hint of accusation, as he asks, "You did it for that girl, right? She made you go mad." He questions the motivation behind my action, his skepticism evident.
I narrow my eyes at Ivarsen, my tone tinged with frustration. "Says the guy who left his girlfriend shot him. Twice."The irony of Ivarsen's comment doesn't escape me, his own past actions contrasting with his current judgment.

My words carry a sense of satisfaction, though they're also tinged with a hint of sadness. "It doesn't matter. Ron will leave her alone now."

Ivarsen's frustration is evident, his tone carrying a hint of determination as he says, "That son of a bitch, I'm gonna find him and-"
My words carry a hint of warning, a sense of caution evident. "This guy...there's something dangerous about him. Don't go after him just leave things like this,"