Oh, God his head was annoying the hell out of me; sure I should be freaked out by his thoughts but I was too tired at the time so I just got up and snuck downstairs, curling up on the couch. I fell asleep almost instantly again but I still got the gist of his thoughts; in fact the images were running through my head. Then I smelt smoke and I threw myself up, looking around wildly. In the chair beside me I saw Luca smoking and I breathed a sigh of relief, "you alright?" He asked and I nodded.
"Yeah, I smelt smoke I thought something was on fire."
“Only a cigarette,” he smiled.
"Not re-... yeah," I nodded, but I knew he would buy it. I slipped; I didn’t want him to know that I knew. He raised a brow and the words slipped from my mouth again. “Damn it, I heard everything.”
"Emily, Luca. Emily."
He narrowed his eyes and I didn’t dare meet his gaze."I already told you about her. It's not like you didn't know."
"Yeah, I just didn't know the smaller emotional details." I shrugged, "I need a drink."
He leaned back against the counter and stared at my shoes, it seemed he couldn’t meet my eyes. I couldn’t meet his either. "I'm sorry I lied. Well, half lied."
"I don't care Luca. I'm just here to fix you. I know it wasn't just her that broke that day." I need some air; I need to go out for a walk.
“Sure you care," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably, "I can't even bring myself to tell you the truth, and you don't care?"
"No," I was lying, of course I was. I just needed somewhere to figure everything out. I was still confused about where I was gonna go now this?
"Go outside then, I'm not stopping you."
"Yeah," I gasped, walking out the back door. I really couldn't breathe. I don’t know what it was but something in me stopped and I think it was my heart. It was only something little he said, oh like the fact you loved her, that she loved you; that you hugged each other that you... that you...”Gemme, breathe! Calm down.” Nigh said, I knew she was right. I collapsed onto the floor, my heart had stopped. I pushed myself up to the wall and breathed slowly; regulating my breaths.
Luca walked over to me uncertainly. He put his hand on my arm and calmed my heart's racing rhythm, his eyes sad. "I'm sorry."
I shook my head, still uncertain about what had just happened, "why...why?" I mumbled. "Why don't you trust me?"
"I do trust you, Gemme. I just... didn't want to admit to it, I guess. It was really selfish, but I wasn't ready to face the memory again."
"Yeah, okay." I nodded. "I have no idea what just happened."
"Sorry," he murmured, looking at the floor.
"I can't breathe again. I, I think I should go to the hospital or something."
"You hate hospitals," he muttered, looking up, "I'll help, if you'd rather."
"How? You can only do minor things."
"I can heal all but fatal wounds, when I put my mind to it. It just wears me out, but you can go to a hospital if you don't think it's something I can help with."
"I don't know what it is. I never did." I know what caused it, when I was shot when I was younger the bullet was never removed until later.
He frowned "C'mon then. We'll go to hospital. It's not too far from here, is it?"
"I don't know."
"I'll call a taxi," He pulled out his mobile phone and I instantly reached up a hand to stop him.
"No, Luca stop." He paused "I'll be fine, I think, it’ll pass. It normally does."
"Gemme, you might not be able to die from it, but you should still get it checked out."
"If we go; you can't leave me."
"I wasn't going to."
I nodded, removing my hand from his arm. "Shall I finish getting a taxi?" I nodded uncertainly.
He finished on his phone and looked at me."They'll be here in ten minutes."
I nodded, quaking slightly. My breaths still a little short.
He hugged me."Doctors aren't that scary, y'know. If you hurt, just tell me and I'll make it stop, 'kay?" He kissed my forehead, what made him like this he’s being so loving lately.
I nodded again. "Yeah... you're right. Not that bad... but what if i have to get surgery or something?"
"You'll be awake, right? So you can put an illusion on me and I'll sit with you and make sure it doesn't hurt." He smiled.
I whimpered, "O-okay."
The taxi arrived and he smiled softly. "Ready?"
I shook my head. "Not really."
He squeezed me gently. "C'mon, you'll be alright" I whimpered and he picked me up, carrying me into the hospital. The ride to the hospital was silent; I couldn’t get over the fact one, he picked me up two I was about to go to the hospital. When we stood, staring up at the looming building I shook my head, turning to leave. "I... I can't."
"You can." He reassured, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"No. I can't..."
"You can. Nothing in there will hurt you. They're there to make you better, not terrify you, 'kay?"
I took a hesitated step inside. "No..." I whimpered.
He took hold of my hand and smiled. "Just tell them what's wrong with you and they'll sort it out. It won't hurt you, but I'm going to have to stop healing you to let them figure out what's wrong." His voice lowered a little as he mentioned the healing. Hospitals would love someone like Luca hanging around, able to heal almost anything he put his mind to.
I nodded, grasping his hand tightly as I stuttered. "I can't breathe... umm... Gemme Lyniati. L-y-n-i-a-t-i, I believe I had Uhm surgery here over 9 years ago. Since then I've been suffering breathing problems. I can't breathe now... umm wait? Sure I think so..." He squeezed my hand a little, trying to reassure me.
"Hospitals I hate hospitals so much death and so many thoughts so much sadness..."
"I thought I was supposed to be the negative one here. They're meant to make people better, but the average human isn't quite as strong as us. You'll be okay."
"But so many people here, crying," I placed a hand on my chest. "I really can't breathe."
"I'd heal it away, but the nurse is gonna be out in a minute. Sorry,"
The nurse came out and took me into a room where she checked me over and I rolled my eyes, after about ten minutes she realised she should give me an x-ray. Turns out, they never removed that bullet from all those years ago and the tissue had healed around it. When I get worked up my heart beats faster and well I shut off after that. It just spelt one thing; ‘surgery.’ I looked at Luca worriedly. "Luca..." I whimpered.
He hugged me gently and quietly. When he pulled away, he smiled, "just remember what I said. It won't hurt."
"But I'm scared..." The nurse looked to me and just confirmed what I already knew, surgery. But..."I have to tell you, you only have a 30% chance of leaving alive, I'm sorry but the muscle tissue is really wrapped tight around it."
"Pfft, if only she knew." Luca muttered under his breath. "You don't need to be scared. I'm not going anywhere."
"But what if I do die..." I murmured. "I can't let that go on public record! Those men would be able to hunt me down so easily."
"You're not gonna die, don't be stupid. Its way better you get it out here, than letting me do it isn't it?" he whispered so that the nurse wouldn't overhear. "I mean, if I did it, I would have to send the bullet out of you the same way it went in at the same speed, and then fix you up after. Trust me when I say it's a lot safer if you leave it to the professionals."
I whimpered once more and the nurse told me they were already prepping, it was that urgent. "Luca, thank you," I whispered, kissing him softly.
"S'ok," he muttered. He looked like he was thinking. "I have an idea. If you'll let me, I can try and loosen the bullet a bit. It'll make it easier for the surgeons to get it out and it'll be over just that bit quicker."
I whimpered but nodded. At least he wasn't dressed in face-masks and white gowns looking over me with a bloody scalpel. Breathing and muttering behind their white masks as if I was a disease. I shivered at the thought. "Go on."
Laying a hand on my arm, he closed his eyes and his face became a mask of concentration. It felt really weird as he poked around inside my chest, looking for the bullet. I wondered briefly if this is how he felt when I went inside his head. That thought was cut off as a sharp pain deep inside my chest made me flinch. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly, numbing the pain.
"Ow..." I whined, shielding him in an illusion. "The nurse is coming, but you're invisible to her. Just... try not to bump into anyone and they won't know you're there." I winced, just as the nurse swung through the door. He just nodded silently, moving out of her way as she handed me a hospital gown and told me to get changed. Luca let go of my arm, but he was still working the flesh around the bullet away from the old metal, making sure it didn't hurt. It felt funny though.
I began to get unchanged, then looked at the gown doubtfully. "What the hell is this?" I mumbled as I slipped it on. I shook my head and looked around. This place just got worse and worse and my head became more and more paranoid. The thought of being under the knife again scared the hell out of me, but Luca promised he wouldn’t leave me.
"Better than being carted out through the corridors naked," Luca mutters in his head, his mental voice faint with concentration as he tugged gently at the bullet. I could feel it beginning to move inside of me.
"Ugh, that feels funny." I jerked as they laid me on one of those beds and numbed the pain with their anaesthetic. But once again I didn't sleep.
Luca stood beside me and wrapped his hand around my wrist so it didn't look odd if I held his hand back and walked with us into the theatre. "It's loose now. They'll get a bit of a shock when it just slides out, but I'm sure they'll survive." He smiled at me and a wave of calm numbness washed over me as he squeezed my arm softly.
"Is it too late to pull out?" I whimpered. Yeah, I knew he was there for me and damn it I owed him but I still didn't want to go through with this.
"I can make you fall asleep, if you want, or I can sit here and talk to you, but I think it's a bit late to pull out now, yeah."
"Just, please try to take my mind off this with... anything." I mumbled as they sliced open my skin; God the sound it made. I had to fight to stop myself from shivering from the horror of it. What was worse is I could hear what the doctors were thinking as well.
"Anything?" He laughed in his head and smiled at me, standing beside the bed with his hand on mine as the surgeons worked, moving when he got in the way. "Feel free to give me some clues." Nothing hurt, though, just as Luca had promised. He wasn't letting it hurt.
"I dunno... music! What types of music do you like?"
"Rock mostly. Some acoustic stuff, 'cause it's fun to play. Um...some electronica stuff. What about you?"
"Heh, Rock and Classical mainly."
"Don't have one, you?"
"Dunno I went through a phase of liking three doors down loads. I learnt to play about half of their songs. I kinda got bored of them after a while, though.”
"They're cool, playing anything else other than guitar?"
"I play the drums and uh..." he hesitated like he was about to add to the list, but then changed his mind "that's about it. Do you play any instruments?"
"No. I used to sing though."
"Yeah. I stopped."
"I got sick of people criticising me."
He grinned. "Sing for me when we get home."
"You heard me."
"Because I want to hear you sing, duh," he smiled. "I’ve played for you. It's your turn."
"Oh no! I couldn't."
"I'm too embarrassed to."
"Don't be. Tell you what. If you sing for me, I'll not only play the guitar for you, but I'll sing along as well. That's more embarrassing."
"Why do you want me to sing that badly?" They had begun to stitch me up by this point; I felt the needle poke through my skin slightly.
"You're a... multi talented girl," he winked, "I wanna hear."
"No. I wouldn't want to deafen you." I huffed I heard the doctors say how weird it was that the bullet slid out as they stitched me up. Eugh that felt weird.
Luca grinned as he heard the doctors' conversation as well. "You won't deafen me, I'm sure. In fact, I'll bet you have the voice of an angel really. You're just shy."
"Luca, I'm not shy. I'm just bad." Then I realised, I would have to discharge myself. I wasn't going to stay in here a moment longer than I had to.
"So am I."
"So there is no reason to hear me." They carted me back down to the hospital rooms and I smiled, dropping the illusion as soon as everyone was away.
"Oh c'mon. I move to a new town just for you and you won't even sing for me?" He whined.
"Oh I'm sorry... ask me for anything else!" I had to talk in my head, the anaesthetic still had it’s faint hold on me.
"I don't wanna ask for anything else," he grumbled stubbornly.
"Oh but singing?"
"Pfft. Fine. I'll live if you don't sing for me, I guess,"
"You will. If I do sing for you I don't think you will survive." I laughed hoarsely as the anaesthetic wore off and I blinked in the sunlight. I couldn't wait to get out of here. But as I looked up at him I couldn’t help but smile. He stuck with me through everything.
Luca sent a pulse of energy through me, ridding my muscles of the ache that the anaesthetic left behind. "I would survive. You won't change my mind, Gemme. I want to hear you sing," he grinned
"Oh well. Maybe," after all, it was the least I could do for him after all this.
"Maybe? Better than an outright no, I guess," he laughed.
"Okay now I'm gonna go sign myself out." I sighed, unplugging the IV that was in my arm and allowed a moment so I could find my feet.
"Where're my clothes?" I protested, looking around the room.
My clothes floated out of the cupboard and into my hands. "There," Luca smiles.
"Handy." I smiled, getting changed swiftly. "Luca, how can I repay you? You didn't have to stay with me through any of this!"
A sly smile pulled at his lips. "Sing."
"Oh, fine, but when we get home."
I punched his arm softly. "You'll regret it." I sighed as I walked down the corridor, ignoring the shocked glances from the staff that worked there.
"No, I won't," he smiled, taking my hand. I used my powers to erase everyone in the building’s memory and then told the maintenance man to erase CCTV footage.