Chapter 6: Blood, Hugs, & Tears

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3rd Person POV

"...ANDY?!" Vixen finally figured it out.

The stair railing dropped from her grip as she slowly stepped closer to Jesse, who was really Andy. She bent down onto her knees, settling in front of him.

A rhythm of gentle breathing took over the panic in her lungs. Her eyes held onto Andy's for a while...she was still processing that it was him.

Andy felt similar; he couldn't believe Vixen, whose real name is Vidalia, was staring at him right now, existing in front of him.

After so many years of separation, going on to live their own lives, they found their way back to each other.

Vixen inched her hand closer to him until she could reach his tattoo-covered arm. She took his right arm into her hand and scanned until she found what she was looking for.

There, buried by the surrounding tattoos, was a small, faded heart with a letter V on the inside.

"Oh my god...Andy, it's really you! Oh my god!" She began to cry and threw herself into his arms.

"Vidalia, holy shit! I never thought I'd see you again!" He tightly wrapped his arms around her, shedding some tears himself. "Where have you been?! How could you just leave like that?! I fucking thought you died or something!"

"I'm sorry," Vixen buried her face in his shoulder, "...I'm so sorry." She wiped her tears with her bloody hands, "Fuck, we're bleeding...I have a doctor I can call-"

"Don't worry about it, I know how to fix us. Come on." Andy held her hand in his and staggered to his feet.

"You come on," Vixen remembered she stabbed his thigh repeatedly and punched the snot out of him, "tell me where to go." She took his arm and secured it around her shoulder so she could help him walk.

"Go around the corner and it's the door straight in front of you." Andy hopped on one leg with her.

Vixen followed his directions, and when she opened the door, Andy flicked the light on. The room looked like a doctor's patient room with a hospital bed, sterile surgical instruments on a sink's countertop, gloves on the pale blue wall, even the lighting was that of a doctor's office, all cold feeling.

"Really forward, but please take my clothes off." Andy favored.

"I got it." Vixen undressed Andy down to his boxers so that he could see where exactly he was stabbed.

"I also need that kit over there." He pointed to the countertop in the corner where a white box was.

When she gave it to him, he took out a needle and the thread for stitches and started mending his flesh.

"So, old friend...it's been a long time," he pulled the thread through his skin, "tell me...where did you disappear to midway through senior year of high school?"

Vixen sat next to him on the hospital bed, "You know how my parents hated me...so I ran away. I lived on the streets, I didn't want to burden anyone. I barely survived after two weeks, but there was no way I was going back to them. I was sleeping in an alleyway, parched and starved, when a good man found me and saved me. His identity, I must keep secret, but he took me to a good place, which I must also keep secret."

"Vidalia, you could've come to me. We were great friends around that time, we even dated for a year and some months. You know you could've come knocking on my door where you were always welcome. You didn't have to completely vanish like that. And this man...did he...make you...this?" Andy looked Vixen up and down, referring to how she came to be the person she is today.

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