shot up through her toe, drawing out a long desperate howl that quickly turned into a cry for help.
“Sophie?” he called out, having heard the terrible fall. The door flew open when she didn’t respond and there was no time to cover herself up. There she was naked and wet. He saw blood on the edge of the tub and quickly ran over to her, yanking a towel off the hook to drop on her before he cradled her in her arms.
You’re dying…
She felt so small, much smaller than she looked. Oh god, she’s just a child. You kidnapped a child. But as time went on, you could not let her go. It had been too long. And she was right – you did want a companion.
“Its okay,” he said, he put his hand on her face to move her wet hair out of it. She tried to see, but her vision was blurry. Nothing in the bathroom had a certain shape to it anymore.
“Hey?” he called out to her, because it seemed she was about to pass out. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He held up two in front of her face. She tried to see.
“I don’t…I don’t…”
“Okay…” He moved his leg so his foot was flat against the floor. “We’re going to try and stand up now.”
She shook her head. She wanted to stay there.
“No, baby, come on.” He helped her up. There was blood on his chin from her head. He picked her up in his arms and carried her out to the hallway.
20
If night proved anything, it was that the entire world just seemed to not care where they were. No one was knocking on the door tonight. No one was calling on the phone.
Sophie woke up to the sound of strange voices and looked up at him. She’d fallen asleep in his lap. He hadn’t tied her up. Her hair was still wet. It had to be between 8 and 9 pm because Six Feet Under was on.
“How you doin?” he looked down at her. She was exhausted. Her body was sore and her head throbbed. She couldn’t feel her hurt toe anymore, so at least that didn’t hurt.
“So…so tired.” She could hardly keep her eyes open. The deep sleep she’d been in prior did not want to let her go, and she certainly didn’t mind. She noticed two little bottles of pills on the coffee table in front of them. He reached out for one.
“These are painkillers. You should take a couple more of these and then you’ll just…sleep. I’ll take some too. We can both just sleep.”
Were they really painkillers? She didn’t care, as long as it took the pain away. Even though she was free to do it, out of habit she opened her mouth and let him put the pills on her tongue.
“You’re going to slip into the softest sleep now, a sleep softer than you…a sleep softer than silence,” he said.
She made herself comfortable again, with her head in his lap. Phillipe pressed his hand down on her forehead to keep her still. She felt his other arm move, probably to drink water and down those pills.
She slowly turned her gaze away from the TV and over to the window. Then she saw it – a little yellow light flashing. It grew closer and closer to her face. A firefly. She smiled just a little before drifting back to sleep. The voices on the TV started to fade out, even though the TV was still on. The world was still on. A universal energy still hummed. Good people did good things, bad people did bad things, and they just slept on the couch. In the quiet house in The Hamptons.
The End.
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