My head....
Oh, god, my head....
"Trinity," Someone says, shaking my shoulders. I clutch my skull, groaning. It feels like someone took a sledgehammer to my brain, or filled it with icy daggers. "Trinity....Oh god, is she ok?" Just go away, I think. Stop touching me and go away. I try to force my eyes open, force them to see the light on the other side of my lids.
"Trinity," This time it's a softer voice, a colder hand. My eyes open to see a pink mouth and white chin. I let my eyes travel up the face in front of me, stopping when I get to gold eyes.
"Sebastian," I'm not sure whether it was a thought or a breath or a word, because all I know is that it's him. Suddenly I feel all the pain, feel everything that's wrong. Everything. Cold tears slip down my face and I blink, trying to clear my vision. I can't breathe, my lungs are being crushed, there's a knife in my back, a rabid dog chewing on my leg. "Oh god," I choke out, squirming to get rid of the pain when it only gets worse. "Oh god," I sob, my voice rising. Now my whole body is being shaken by worried hands and tortured sobs. I shut my eyes tight, trying to get rid of it all. "Go away," I whisper hoarsely. "Just go away."
"Trinity," it's the same voice, the same cool hand on my cheek. "Trinity, open your eyes." I don't do anything in response but clutch at my leg, trying to get the dog off. "Go away," I cry, still unable to breathe. I hear the wailing of sirens, and my eyes open as new hands pick me up, setting me down on a stiff bed. And what I see nearly rips my heart out, giving me new pain.
It's Sebastian, walking away.
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"And you're sure you're ok?" Cody asks as we walk out the hospital doors, hours later. I nod, not trusting my voice to be steady. "Oh, Trey." Cody sighs, wrapping me in a warm hug. "Oh, Trey," he says again, his voice cracking a bit. Surprised, I pull back to see tears in his blue eyes. "I just...I thought...I was scared." He whispers, searching my eyes. I look back at him, guilty I would scare him like that. When our mom died it was horrible. It was bloody, heart-breaking, scary. It was death.
I hug him again, tighter this time, knowing there's nothing to be said. He sniffs, letting me go, walking towards our waiting taxi. The ride is silent, but once at home I realise no one told me exactly what happened. "Cody?" I ask, walking to the bathroom where he's brushing his teeth. "Cody, what happened to me?" He looks at my refection in the mirror, his forgotten toothbrush laying in the sink. Finally, he shakes his head and tells me "tomorrow". I sigh, turning away. He's been through plenty today, I tell myself. He doesn't need anymore stress right now. I lean by my bedroom window, staring gloomily at the dead tree across the street. Someone knocks on the door, just two, hard raps that make me jump. Embarrassed by my fear, I practically run to the front door, throwing it open. And there, standing in the badly lit hallway with burns in the carpet and stains on the walls, is Vincent Tadahiro.
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