Powerless; Gawsten (sequel to Numb) [WattPride]

Never Let Them Take The Light Behind Your Eyes

"Awsten open the door!" Patty demands. It's been ten minutes and he's still here. Maybe if I wait longer he'll leave.

"I'm not leaving until you open this door."

Well there goes all hope I had. "I will break a window if I need to and I know you can fucking hear me so open the damn door!" More shouting followed by more aggressive banging.

Reluctantly I walk down the hallway and reach out to unlock the door. Do I want to do this? No but I don't have a choice. Patty doesn't lie about shit like this.

Looking around I notice the house is a mess. He can't see this. He'll see I'm not a fully functioning human being. He'll think it's not safe for me to a be a member of society.

"One second! Let me find my keys." I yell through the door. The noise decreases and finally stops. A random pair of shoes are thankfully already near the door. Slipping my feet in I brace myself and unlock the door, throwing it open only to fling myself out and lock it behind me.

"You knocked?" I say with a smile. Patty glares at me but his expression softens quickly and he threads his arm through mine.

"Well now I finally got you out, let's go on a walk." We set off down the drive. Before we walk onto the street, I pushed my keys down into my pocket and looked up at the blonde. "Where are we going?"

He shrugged. "No idea. We're just going to walk. You need to get out the house and we need to talk."

Internally growling, I try not to let my frustration show. I knew this was coming. "Talk about what?"

"Are you ok?" There it is. The one question that everyone has asked. I'm getting sick of that fucking question!

"I'm fine. Just a bit upset. My husband died, it's not the end of the world." We round the corner and run into a cloud of smoke. Coughing and spluttering I walk through as fast as I can whereas Patty just strolls through without a care in the world.

"You ok Aws?" I nod, still coughing. I always hated smoke and cigarettes. Geoff used to smoke. He eventually stopped. He always told me that he would quit for me and I guess he loved me enough to finally do it.

"Are you sure? You don't look ok." Patty's concerned voice gets lost in a sea of ringing. "No, no. Not here, not now." I mutter. Pain radiates through my head.

Reaching around for Patty, I cling onto him and try to use him as a shield. No one can shield the pain from my brain. Not even myself.

Coughing and wretching floated through the wall, waking me up. That was the fifth time this week and that cough hadn't left either.

"Gee honey are you Ok?" I called. After a few more coughs a weak voice replied "Yeah."

Willing myself to roll out of bed, I enter the bathroom, kneeling down beside my husband as he vomits even more. "It's ok baby, I've got you." Sweating, Geoff leans into me.

"We're going to the hospital."

"No."

"Yes Geoff. We're going now. This has been going on all week and it's clearly not getting any better."