Aquiver (Original)

Flatline

Heart monitor...IV in the arm...clean, yet repulsive scent...Hospital. Becker groaned and he looked up at the ceiling. Not again, he thought to himself. He sat up a little and winced in pain feeling pain shoot throughout his torso. He looked down at his stomach and he looked at the wrapping that wrapped all around his abdomen. He huffed in annoyance and looked over at the chair next to him.

Isabella was wrapped up in her hoodie and she was fast asleep. Becker looked at the clock in the room and saw it was 3 A.M. He sat up all the way now and he gently leaned over and poked Isabella's nose. "Bella," he whispered. "Love. Can you please wake up?"

Isabella whimpered in her sleep and she woke up a little bit. She yawned a small, cute, yawn, and she squeaked a little like a puppy. Becker smiled. "You awake now?" he asked.

Isabella looked up at him and nodded. She got up and hugged him gently. "How are you feeling?" she mumbled, still waking up a little. "I love you."

Becker grinned. "I'm feeling much better. Still in pain, but better," he replied. He giggled. "Were you here all night?"

Isabella nodded and she hugged him gently. "I'm so glad you're alive," she whispered. She rubbed her eyes and yawned again. "Do you need anything?"

"I do not. I'm not sleepy, though...can you turn on the TV for me please?" he asked.

Isabella nodded and she got the TV remote, turning it on. She turned it onto National Geographic for him. She knew that was one of his favorite channels. "Are you cool if I go back to sleep, baby?" she asked as she turned up the volume a little.

"Yeah. Go right ahead, dear. I'm fine."

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-5 months later-

Becker had healed from the gunshot wound and he was able to do things again. He had gotten texts from Oliver that Julie still hadn't died yet and that she was actually getting better. Becker knew he had to come up wth a new plan.

Becker walked into the hospital. Walking up to the front desk, he had a small vial in his backpack. "I'd like to see Julie Smith please," he said. The woman at the front desk looked at Becker and sighed. She wrote down a small room number and handed it to him. Becker smiled. "Thank you," he said. He took the note and looked at the hospital map to find the room.

"Room 321," he mumbled to himself. He got up onto the third floor and found the room. He walked in and saw Julie. Her face was a little pale, but she was forming color on her cheeks.and she had lost a lot of weight, looking more like a skeleton rather than her usual skinny, small self.

Julie looked over at Becker and furrowed her brows. "You did this," she choked out. "You. You. You."

Becker raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I know the medicine's probably affecting your senses."

Julie huffed and groaned. "I don't even know anymore, Becker," she moaned. "I'm basically dying...I wish I'd killed you when I had all those chances to...Force glass down your throat. Cut you open with the kitchen knife...poison you..."

"Julie...shut up," Becker said.

"Why? You're so unappreciative...pathetic, ugly, a depressed case, PTSD-ridden, scarred up, disgusting idiot of a man," she growled.

"I need to know," Becker began.

"Know what?! Why I've been away?"

"No! Why you've been abusing me."

Julie went silent and she looked at him. She then clenched her jaw and stared out the hospital window.

"Julie-" Becker began. Julie raised her hand as if telling him to be quiet. Becker went silent and sighed.

"You wanna know why I do it?" she croaked. She looked at him with a venomous look in her eye. "Because I love to see you suffer. I love it. Knowing I could make someone's life as miserable as mine. I was abused as a child, so it's only right you get the same treatment."

Becker felt his heart break and he wanted to have sympathy for her. Nothing was there. He felt empty and took the small vial full of poison in his backpack. He unhooked her IV and poured the whole bag of poison in. He mixed it with her IV fluids and made sure it all dissolved. He then looked at Julie. "I hope you rot and the buzzards eat your eyes out," he said plainly. He put the vial back in his backpack and then rubbed his face.

"Wait," she choked out. "In my backpack is a book...I want you to have it."

Becker raised an eyebrow and got the only book that was in her backpack. It was a small journal. He looked at the journal and then at her.

"You might need it someday," she said. She gave Becker a weak smile and then her heart rate slowed greatly. "Also, Becker? I'm sorry."

Becker nodded and walked out of the room, having all of his stuff. He didn't want to watch her die right in front of his eyes. The moment the door was about to close, he heard the heart monitor flatline. He took a deep breath and got out of the hospital quickly, seeing nurses rush into Julie's room.