Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Twenty-Three: Boze

Atomic couldn't still be talking to Eugene. It had been forty minutes since Boze sent her off with Rebel. There was no way that he could've filled up all that time and kept her interest. If he had told her anything about her past, anything detailed, against her relationship with Silver, she'd clam up and instantly remove herself from the situation. Boze had been a psychologist long enough to know that.

She'd have to hound Rebel for details of how the meeting had gone later tonight to get a clear idea of what had happened. That was why she had put the redhead in the situation in the first place. Boze knew that Eugene wouldn't have put Atomic in any real danger. Normal people didn't do that to people they loved.

Then she'd talk to Atomic tomorrow and get a clear idea of what the conversation had done to her condition. Eugene had played a far smaller role in her life than Ian had, so he probably wouldn't pull up many memories, if any of importance. The difference wouldn't be physical this time. Boze would have to talk to Atomic like a psychologist, and hope that Atomic didn't remember enough of her training to realize what she was doing.

Boze pulled up her notes on her laptop. She already had three thousand words worth of a report written on Atomic, and she was planning on adding to it. The purple-haired woman was her most important patient yet, and she intended to keep her treatment going as smoothly as possible. Her plan wasn't complete yet, but the few steps she already had were written down perfectly.

After Eugene, she was going to bring in Courtney. Atomic had instantly known who she was after she was arrested, so she'd trust at least some of the words that came out of her mouth. It would be the first person yet that Atomic already knew and remembered, so the way she reacted to Courtney would be very telling. From there, she'd figure out who else to bring into her little game; her parents, perhaps, or her ex-fiancèe. Whichever was easier.

Suddenly, Boze heard a knock on the door. She quickly closed her laptop. "Come in!"

No one ever knocked on her door unless they had permission. That was, unless they didn't have a complete knowledge of the way things worked here, so Boze knew who it was even before the door opened.

"Hey, Vixen?" Atomic poked her head around the doorframe. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Of course!" Boze smiled. "Come on in! I'll get us some wine."

So she wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow, it seemed. She already had conjured up some questions to ask Atomic, thankfully, so she was prepared. Atomic initiating the conversation would make it a bit harder to slip into the exchange, but she was a licensed psychologist; she'd manage.

She grabbed some wine out of her mini fridge and poured each of them a glass. Atomic took her's as she sat down on Boze's bed. Seeing as she made no move to drink it, Boze assumed that she'd just taken it to be polite.

"What's up?" Boze asked, doing the complete opposite and taking a big swig out of her glass.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" Atomic asked. "About... Silver?"

Boze paused for a few seconds. She hadn't been expecting that. What had Eugene said to her? "What kind of questions?"

"Well, Eugene said some things, back there, that were... confusing," Atomic replied. "I just want to sort some things out."

"What kind of things?" Boze asked.

"Well, for starters," Atomic kept her eyes on her glass. She was rotating her wrist, making the wine swirl around, hitting the sides from time to time. If that girl got any wine on her bed... "How did Silver and I meet?"

Boze raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember that?"

"No, I do," Atomic's breath hitched. "At least, I think I do. I honestly don't know what to believe anymore. I just want to... make sure, if that makes sense."