In the Wasteland

Hello

After hearing what Noah told me, I was so desperate to talk to Patrick, my savior. I needed to know more, how he did it, how he found me, why he wanted to save me so badly. I headed back to the diner. I noticed him sitting on the same spot, the same blunt look. It was like he had seen everything and nothing could ever amaze him again. Nothing could ever make him smile. I took a deep breath, wondering how I should approach him. Hello? Hey? You are my savior!  It all seemed so desperate. I absently entered the diner while deep in my thoughts. Without notice, I passed his table already. I turned only to see him staring at me, with the same sarcastic eyes. I opened my mouth about to say something, but froze. "Need something, kid?", he asked. His face was unpredictable, I couldn't read him. I didn't even know how he felt. Was he happy? Was he actually wondering what I was doing? Or was he just plain sarcastic? I twitched a bit with my eyes while my mouth was wide open. I was experiencing a glitch. Patrick raised an eyebrow and positioned himself on his chair. For a while, I couldn't speak and I just stood there, gawking at him whilst he stared deeply into my eyes. Finally, my stupid brain decided to think some more and the words just exited my mouth. "You truly amaze me", I said, which was probably the most dumbest thing to say. I felt like I was role-playing in some kind of romantic play. He once again raised an eyebrow, this time, his face was plastered with a confused look. In my mind I kept repeating the word stupid to myself. "You saved me? From the wasteland? Remember?", I nagged. Patrick frowned at me, as if I was a little kid about to get scolded. "I think you're confusing me with someone else", he murmured under his breath. Then, he quickly scooted off his chair and headed to the exit. "That's it? You saved me and I can't even thank you?", I asked, my voice gave away that I was quite desperate, but that was least of my worries. Patrick walked towards the door with haste, he opened the door and was out of my sight. He didn't even look back. I thought I heard a little 'sorry', but I wasn't quite sure. It could've also been my mind that made it up so I wouldn't feel bad.

I couldn't quite comprehend everything that was going on. Why did he just run off like that? Noah told me, it's true. He really did save me, so why was he avoiding it? My stomach felt weird, as if I'd vomit sometime from now. My face was filled with disappointment, it wasn't hard to see. Something told me to go after him, like I needed to know what was going on. I rushed after him, but I didn't know the vault so well yet, so I got easily lost. Patrick was probably at the living quarters. 

Noah told me about it, those were the rooms to rest and sleep. So, I dashed to the elevator to go down. I was on the lowest floor, this vault couldn't go any deeper. I noticed some white rooms with all equipment for surgery and tools for experiments. I noticed a few people making stimpaks. Some holding sacs filled with a crimson liquid. I felt a chill run down my spine, this place kind of freaked me out. It was most terrifying than interesting, a weird place to put the living quarters. I entered a door, which most likely lead to my destination. As I entered, I felt myself get warmer, as if my body was telling me I got closer. My heart pumped faster now. The room was dark, a few dim lights hung from the ceiling. I assumed it's usually brighter. My eyes aimed at a figure. And a voice spoke, Patrick's voice: "Sorry, we're closed." I grinned. Suddenly, the lights were turned brighter, it blinded me a bit.

I wanted to get a straight and simple answer, so I got to business: 

"Why are you avoiding me? Don't try to find your way out of this, there's no where to run." 

Patrick held a bottle of beer in his hand. He seemed unfocused, but I can't complain, I got my 'straight and simple' answer."I didn't save you", he sighed. I smirked as if he was joking, but my smile faded as I noticed him nodding as he drank from his beer. "It was my friend that did, not me. Heck, I didn't even want to save you", he snickered. I saw beer slowly drop from the corner of his mouth. He coughed and licked his lips, from corner to corner. I stared at the floor instead of looking him in the eyes, it was too embarrassing. He continued though, "My mate found you in a burnt building. He insisted on saving you, but I didn't want to. The place was filled with ghouls, they wanted to kill us. You were just another burden." His words scarred me, deeply cutting my soul, wounding me and paining me. But the next words he spoke were even more painful and hurting, like all the weight was on my shoulders.

 "He died trying to save you."

{Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Tell me what you think about it! Leave a comment and vote! This chapter is a little cheesy, but I don't have much inspiration on this part of the story! But don't worry, I already wrote the continuation, it gets exciting! *wink*}