Luca: Waking upMature

I have absolutely no memory of getting into bed. Or out of the hospital's car park, to be honest. Yet here I am in a bed I've never seen before, in a room I don't recognise. It's not a hospital room though. The walls are cream, not white and the bed is much more comfy than I imagine a hospital bed would be.

That's the first thing I notice. The second thing I notice is the nausea that won't heal away. Believe me; I spend a good few minutes with my eyes closed trying to heal it away. When it won't go, I groan, trying to sit up.

"Good morning. You feeling better?" I hear Gemme saying, but it sounds like she's a very long way away. I blink, giving up on the sitting up thing and look around for her slowly, trying not to make the nausea worse.

"No," I say quietly, closing my eyes again as the urge to throw up came over me. When it passed I opened them again and turned my head to the left. Gemme hands me some water.

"Here. I don't know what good it will do, but..." she trails off as I take the glass and manage to push myself up. I drain it, hoping it will help purge that drug stuff they gave me. Amazing, what a glass of water can do. The fuzzy feeling in my mouth goes a bit, and I can feel my body reacting to it almost instantly. Guess I didn't get much water in the last couple of days, huh?

"Thanks," I murmur, handing the glass back, leaning against the wall with my eyes closed again. The room was spinning a moment ago. I didn't like it.

"Do you... have a new power?" she asked almost hesitantly as I sat there breathing deeply in an attempt to stop myself throwing that water back up.

"New power?" I query, confused.

"Yeah when I tried to wake you up yesterday I felt something tearing at my heart." Gemme half whispers. I open my eyes and look at her with a frown.

"I hurt you?"

"Umm... slightly." She nods slightly and I look away. I didn't mean to do that. It must have been some kind of... I dunno, a self defence thing. I didn't even know I could do that.

"Don't worry about it though, I'm alive that's what counts right?" I'd shake my head if I didn't think it'll make me feel even shitter.

"I don't want to hurt you," I mumble, gazing down at the plain bed sheets that cover me still.

"Well you didn't do it voluntarily. It's okay, really." When I look up, she smiles softly. I sort of remember killing that gorilla, and kinda how. I gave him a heart attack, right? It's not really a new power, but I guess it's like a new use of the power. Maybe that was what I was doing to Gemme. Christ, I'm sorry, Gemme. Suddenly dubious of my healing powers, I try again to get rid of the nausea.

Finally it goes away, and I can sit up properly and breathe normally.

"I'm still sorry, though." I say quietly.

"No need. You have already done more than enough for me." She touches her side and it takes me a moment to remember that she had been shot, and how she refused to go into the hospital. I shrug.

"I didn't really do that much." I mutter.

"You saved my life, Luca. That's hardly not much." She counters, but I shake my head now.

"You wouldn't have died, remember? That zodiac thing about us all having to die at the same time." I point out. "I only saved you from being in pain."

"Fine." She shakes her own head slightly. "Then you saved me from a lot of embarrassment, not that ranting to you about stupid 'white coats' wasn't embarrassing enough."

"Then you'll be glad to know I barely remember it." I smile weakly and wonder what's supposed to happen next.

"Well, you should stay here until you are well again. I won't have you working yourself too hard." Gemme says in a tone that suggests I'm not to argue. But... this is me.

"I feel fine. I healed it away. Well, I dunno if my telekinesis is working again yet, but it'll come back soon enough, I guess." I shrug.

"You're still staying where I can see you for a while." She says stubbornly. I arch an eyebrow.

"Why?" I have my suspicions. Well, one. That thing where it involves the ‘L' word. You know what I'm getting at.

"So you don't get hurt, kidnapped or anything else! I care as much for your safety as you do for mine." Huh. She won't say it in case it pisses me off, will she? I mean... I guess that's it. I dunno. I'm still a bit tired, to be honest. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"It's not like I went to them like ‘I know what'll be fun, you taser me and kidnap me, take me to some basement cell in a freezing room and drug me into the least pleasant, most vulnerable oblivion you can possibly conjure.'" I end up getting irritable and wonder why. She didn't even do anything wrong. Stupid, Luca.

"No, I know you didn't but I don't want you to get hurt again. If you don't want to believe it's love then believe that the link I have to your mind is so strong when you felt scared I started crying for you, without even knowing it." The fact that she cried for me makes it even worse that I've ended up snapping at her. I bite back whatever sarcastic, stinging reply is about to come out and glare at my hands as I ball them into fists, really wanting to hit something - preferably myself.

"Sorry," I say instead. It's a hushed ‘sorry' and I don't know if she heard it, but it's better than biting her head off for no reason.

"Well, I suppose it is your life, do what you will." She shrugs, beginning to get up.

"I need to piss," I mutter, out of the bed and locked in the bathroom before she can even straighten up. Nice one, Luca.

What a bastard. Me. Not her. I find myself wondering if it's even possible to change. It's so hard being nice. I dunno how she does it.

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