The Death Game

Chapter 38

-Same night-

The room was cold, so cold. Juliet Waters lay there patiently as she waited for something to happen, for someone to barge through the door, yet nothing ever did. She was stuck in the plain white room with a tube hooked to her arm. She shivered violently. Now that her stomach had stopped lurching, she merely felt bruised inside... but perhaps that was just due to all the morphine they had given her.

Ashen faced, she clanged to the telly's remote control as she flipped through all the channels, looking for anything but the food channel. Her appetite grew larger by the second as she had stupidly refused the food they had given her at the hospital. Too dry she had said, too wet she had complained... nothing was good enough for her. Her stomach felt like the bag in a set of bag-pipes being vigorously squeezed.

Snips of heat coursed through Juliet's body, a cold sweat glistened in her gaunt features. Her eyes sunken, all life had been taken away from then, they were dull. Her skin was whiter than usual, everything ached, and everything was hurting. She felt tired, tired of everything, the more she slept, and the worse she felt. Her eyes burned every time she tried to close them, meaning that sleep wasn't an option. She had to stay awake and wait for someone, a doctor, an assassin, a detective, anyone, to come barging in and save her from this tedious state.

Slowly, she turned her head to the side, a glass of water stared back at her from the bedside table. Lifting her small hand, she grabbed the glass and took a small sip with her quivering lips before plopping back down onto her pillow. As she was about to put her glass back onto the bedside table, her hand suddenly jerked involuntarily and the glass fell down and broke on the floor with a loud and piercing noise. With a loud groan, she turned her back to the accident and shoved her head into her pillow, unable to hear the door slowly open.

''You always were a messy one.'' the familiar voice said.

Still on her side, she repeated the words over and over in her head. She knew who it was, she knew who was in the room with her and all she wanted to do was scream as loud as she could but something was stopping her. Emotions started forming in the pit of her stomach, fear, happiness, betrayal, love and many more. She squeezed her eyes shut and slowly turned back around so she was on her back.

The more anxious she became, the more pronounced became her intellectualisation of the whole process. She rationalized and viewed what was happening right now, from different view points. She muttered offensive words towards the person beside her hospital bed. As she slowly opened her eyes, a man stared back at her with a small smirk but with his large brown eyes filled with love and concern. She slowly reached beside her for another pillow and to the man's surprise; she threw it straight at him with a loud groan.

''You're late, Jim.'' she barked as she closed her eyes again, ''I'm trying very hard to fight the urge to stab you in the neck and throw your corpse to hungry dogs.''

''But we both know that's not quite true.'' Moriarty laughed as he threw the pillow back at her.

''Why are you here? After all this time of hiding in the dark, why come out now?'' Juliet asked, ''May I help you with something? Oh sorry, I wish I could help but you see, one of your man shot me in the stomach.''

''Yes... sorry about that. It was quite unpredictable.'' he replied under his breath, ''Why do you always think I want something from you? Can't I just come and see my love at the hospital to make her feel better?''

''Very funny. If I could, I'd laugh but I don't want to spit out blood.'' the girl mocked as she glared at the man, ''You always want something. Everything you do has a purpose. Now why are you here?''

''You think I have no heart?'' Jim wondered.

''No. I know you have no heart.'' the woman responded simply, ''Regardless of your hot and cold personality; I've grown to love you very much. This is a one sided relationship and as far as everything you've ever done for me, it's always for something else.''