Hawaii 5-O: A Breath Of Life | #2

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I'm not ready to let go
Cause then I'll never know
What I could be missing.

Steve sat next to his dad on the beach. They each had a bottle of beer in their hands, enjoying the sunset, talking about old times. Steve kept glancing at his dad, there was something in his head bugging him, warning him that this would all be gone soon.

“did you tell your sister?” asked his dad, Steve seemed a little confused at first.
“about you and Hasse?”
“no. She doesn’t need to know that, she'll just get worried for no reason. I meant about the wedding.”
“oh yes.” He nodded and then stopped himself “actually not really. I mean I mentioned it. The possibility."

John McGarrett looked at his son in disbelief, he was ready to start laughing. “you’re gonna have a wedding and you wont tell your sister?”
“I’m not gonna have a wedding yet Dad.” He noted, clearing his throat “I proposed, we are engaged but we haven’t set a date yet. When we do I’ll let her now.”
“do you love the girl?”

The question hit Steve like a tennis ball, he was caught out of guard and in fact he had the answer but something was stopping him from saying it out loud “what do you mean?”
“what’s the part you bumped on?” he asked laughing.

Steve followed his laughter, raising his head at the sky. “yeah of course I do. Of course I do.”
“then what are you hesitating for?”
“I don’t know." He confessed “its not her. She’s perfect. I guess I’m terrified of the future. Our life together, the dangers she might be get into because of me or the kids-"
“you’re planning of having kids?”
He shrugged “maybe one day.”
“you want my advice? Set a date, don’t avoid it. Amelia is great and she can take care of herself just fine, her parents taught her well but she wont be around forever”

Steve looked at his dad again smiling, the bottle in his hands started getting warmer like it was burning. He avoided the pain until what he thought was phone started ringing. It took him by surprise. The beer bottle slipped of his hands and fell in his feet, breaking-

He woke up feeling like he has been stepped on by a truck. His head felt some heavy from all this fake memories that were replaying themselves on his mind like a broken record. He was tight up on a wooden chair, there were needles in his hand injecting him with chemicals he couldn’t even begin to define. It looked like he was in an old warehouse, the walls were green and the shelves were filled with shampoos and cleaning stuff. He had a headache that reached all the way down to his feet, his body was weak. He open and closed his eyes several times, trying to concentrate. Water was dripping on his skin from ceiling, the drops were getting mixed with the sweat, his body melting like ice cream.

The black woman he had seen on the street came in the small room. She looked like a robot with no sort of emotion in her eyes. Steve stared at her, while she took what seemed like chocolate out of her back.

“who are you?” he asked in a weak unrecognizable voice.
The lady smiled and approached him with the piece of chocolate “eat this.” She instructed “with chemicals we are giving you you’re gonna need to keep your blood sugar up.”
“you going to tell me what the hell is going on here?” he asked more determinedly. She laughed.
“give it some time, you’ll find out soon enough.”
“why are you messing with my head? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

The door opened again, Steve’s vision was still blurry but he’d recognize that figure anywhere. His voice, his accent, his smirk. “good you’re up. Let’s begin.” He had a towel in his hand which he put over Steve’s mouth before he could react and the lady spilled a bucket of water on his head, checking him. This wasn’t the first time Steve was going through a torture like this but the chemicals certainly weren’t helping him stay strong. Ones he took the towel off, Steve leaned forward and started coughing the water out, gasping for air.