Forgotten childhood memories

He came in and she fiddled with her fingers under the duvet. That was when she realized she wasn't wearing her dress anymore, but some oversized shirt. Who had dressed her? But more importantly, who had undressed her? She felt a little confused, especially as he greeted her so politely, frowning at the mention of what had happened before the blast. His words made her feel bad again, but she still saw him as someone to stay clear of. If he had the money to pay for professional care to anybody, then she wouldn't want him to hate her before she had managed to get out the door. She remained quiet, sitting with her arms hidden away under the duvet. Normally she would've proudly shown them off, at least when they weren't wrapped in bandages.
Her eyes were drawn to the scrap, frowning a bit as she looked back at him. "Are you accusing me of that massacre?" she asked point blank. If he thought she was behind it or maybe even linked to it, then why had he even bothered saving her? But she ended up shaking her head no. "I didn't come there to blow up and hurt people; But the scrap does look familiar to me," she said, frowning as she looked at it with sad eyes. It had Jane written all over it, the neon color so obviously her creation. But Jane was dead, and this was perhaps someone who had gotten a hold of one or several of her sister's creations. "My sister used to make these ... But she died so I can only guess someone broke in to her stash," she said, vivid images of the figure that stabbed her last night appearing before her inner eyes. No. Jane was dead. And Raven had just been imagining things.

"No I am asking you." he stated, though it could have been an accusation. It's not like he was the police anyway, he was just curious. "Because if you were, then you could end up in some serious trouble, especially if the death toll comes out with a large number of deaths." he informed her, just in case she was and was lying to him. But she shook her head and he chose to believe her. She mentioned a familiarity with the scrap and flipped it for her on the duvet as she seemed to prefer keeping her hands hidden. "Do you know where she kept her tech? I could have some people go collect it before more bombs show up at places no one should even have known about?" he suggested. He reached over to the table, grabbing a small bottle that the doctors had left behind, pouring some into a small cup that was on the flask. He then looked at her. "You should drink this, I dont know if you're having any headaches, pain or discomfort, but it helps. A double dose might take the top." he said, placing down the cup on the nightstand next to her before he got up and looked at her hands she was hiding away. "I'll have them bring you some gloves." he added as some sort of end note.

She felt sick just thinking about how many had been hurt, and worst of all she didn't even know if Victor had made it out. But asking about him to this guy didn't seem safe. No, if Victor had made it out, he knew it was important to just keep with the plan, or at least the next plan in line. She couldn't accept if he had died, no, she couldn't lose any more people. The question about the stash made her frown, shaking her head, "it was in the Blocks somewhere, but I honestly don't know where - she never told anyone, and we respected that," she had been at the place once, and before that Jane had wrapped her eyes and made her wear a hat over her head too just to not see where they were. There was no way she could locate the place, especially not now that the Blocks were covered in gasses.
He came closer and she looked at the pills, clearly skeptical. "I've had worse," she said. Why would she trust these pills? Sure, he had taken care of her so far, but what was he hoping for in return? Maybe he was just pretending to be nice, and Raven had learnt pretty early on not to trust anyone. Not even those who helped you. The mention of gloves made her frown, "can I have gauze instead?" she asked, clearly not kidding. She would much prefer that as it was easier to move in. "And some pants," she added, feeling a bit too naked to have a stranger this close. Her stomach started rumbling, but she ignored it. If he started offering her food she just shook her head. She was way too proud to give in.

How useless. But maybe it had been too much to hope that she would have known where the little tinkerer was hiding all her things. She seemed to dismiss the medicine but he would still leave it at her side. "Up to you." he said like it didnt really matter to him. It was already enough that he was going out of his way to pour them out to her.
The gloves was another extra service that he made for the gods knew what reason, so when she asked for gauze instead he just hummed, not asking why at all. It was her own business. Pants just made him point to a closet. "Go roam." he said. Sure some things he would have to get her but he wasnt a servant and he wouldnt act like one either. Her stomach rumbled and he looked at her with a small frown. Was she really this defiant? Ignoring her human needs? For what? Pride? Defiance? He had to scoff. "I didnt know you liked it here so much that you would like to delay your healing by not taking medicine or eating when you're hungry. Maybe you do like the little luxury you've met so far." he simply said in a neutral tone of mockery before he left to get her the things she needed. What an annoying girl, he thought to himself.

She had to bite her tongue not to talk back at his mocking tone, but the sooner he left the room, the sooner she could get dressed. Everything was just a mess in her head, and she was actually starting to feel a headache coming on. As he had left she waited a bit until she moved the duvet off of her body. Looking down herself she saw where her leg was wrapped, a shaking hand moving over it as it was hurting pretty badly. Glancing over at the medicine she considered it, but decided that she could go without it for a while. She would only take it if there were no options left, that was for sure.
Getting out of bed she grunted under her breath, her limbs shaking from pain, but she wanted to find something she could wear and then get the hell out of here. This wasn't where she belonged, no, and this psycho didn't owe her shit. She got to the closet, hanging on to the handle taking a few deep breaths before she managed to open it. It was hard supporting herself on her hurt leg as it just felt like it was pulsating with pain if she leaned any weight on it. A servant came in, and she turned her head, "leave me alone," she just said through gritted teeth. For a human she was tough. Her pain threshold was far better than most people, but this wasn't just a scraped knee. A little shaky she got the hold of a long sleeved baggy shirt and some pants that she hoped would fit, but grabbing a belt too, just to be sure. Then some socks ... But there was no shoes, at least not any fit for running or walking in.
She managed to get back to the bed, sitting on the edge as she grit her teeth hard, changing in to the long sleeves made her feel more comfortable, though you could still see the chain marks on her hands and palms. She then tried getting in to the pants, having to whimper to herself as she felt her leg almost swollen from using it. Breathing out in a shudder, she bit the inside of her lower lip as she got in to the pants the rest of the way, laying back down on the bed as she was shaking from pain and exhaustion. How was she ever going to get out of here?

He went to his office, sitting down, grabbing the phone by his desk before calling up a number. He needed to get specific information of who had and hadnt survived. It was at least important to know whether any of his partners were now dead as it would mean that he would have to figure out a way to deal with the loss. A servant came in, telling of the girl's aggressive behaviour and Samuel dismissed them with a hand. "Let her be. The doctor's said that she'll collapse if she puts too much pressure on it. Let her figure out on her own." he said, which was rather crude but he wasnt sure she would have listened if he told her. "Do bring her food if she asks for it." though he doubted she would right away. He leaned back, sighing deeply. Her chain had been left at his office and he picked it up to look at it, to then put it back on the table, wondering if it was any worth to her? She would probably need it back eventually regardless.

She was just laying on the bed, her head spinning as she was trying to sit up once again but it seemed as though her body wouldn't listen. In fact it took her quite a few days before she eventually caved in and had taken some pain relief. Her hands and arms were wrapped in bandages, feeling a bit more secure, but she was not good at moving around. She knew she had lost her chain, but she wasn't sure if she had lost it before she got here or if this creep was hanging on to her stuff. Her stomach was trying to hurt. She wasn't used to eating regularly, but even a starving girl had to eat something. When she asked for food, she was surprised that she wasn't brought it. Instead she was guided down to the kitchen, asked to sit as a cook prepared food for her.
It felt weird. She felt like she wasn't in the real world anymore. "Excuse me, how do you like your salmon seasoned?" the cook asked her a third time and she blinked, looking at him with confusion in her eyes. "I don't know? Not raw?" or was that the kind of fish you actually ate raw? She couldn't be sure. These rich people were crazy. Eventually she was served what she could best describe as rations for a whole week. The oily fish being placed on rice that was filled with vegetables that seemed freshly cut and prepared. She dug in, careful to eat it, but trying to be classy. What she wouldn't give to just have some stale bread that she was used to. But the taste made her mouth water, and she actually ended up finishing the whole plate.
Later that day she was testing out her leg, walking up some stairs and down again before she had to sit down, her leg throbbing with pain. Her hand trying to press on it, trying to ignore the pain. She had taken the medicine a couple of times when it felt unbearable, but she didn't want to become dependent on them. Pain shows you that you're healing, that was what Winston had used to tell her.

Dexter knew that his son was going to be ready for when Jane needed him, and so as the first scouts came in, notifying him of the explosion, he leaned back in his seat. She had rushed it, but perhaps that was best for now. Make it look sloppy, though he wasn't liking how she had went about it.
Eugene had been released nearby the event, and as he neared the building he saw what a mess it was in. The ceiling half collapsed, fire and smoke everywhere. The fire department had been called, but he couldn't help but think of how many lives had been lost here. How much hurt. And yet he wasted no time before he got in to the building, people trying to stop him, but he needed to find Jane. If she had gone here to get to Victor, she wouldn't stop until she looked at the corpse, but Eugene was scared she wouldn't make it out in time. He wore a mask, but even with the smoke it was hard breathing.
"Jane!" he called for her, wishing to find her just around the corner, but no. Getting further in he saw the scraps on the floor. It was her doing alright, but he worried she might've gotten stuck somewhere when the explosion had gone off. He looked for her everywhere, but not knowing the layout he wasn't even sure if he was walking in circles. That was when he felt pebbles hit him, turning to see her and he rushed to her, grabbing her arm. "Jane, we have to get out," he pleaded. He begged she would listen. Praying that in there she could see the logic, that she needed to get out before this building collapsed completely in on itself.

"You have to get out," he urged her, it didn't matter if she wanted to or not, but they got out. He took off his mask, heaving for air as she removed her arm from him. She said she wasn't going back. He could understand that, but what choice did he have? How would he survive without that stupid serum? "I'm not forcing you," he told her, "you can go, be free like you always were." Eugene knew how miserable she was back there, and even more he didn't want her to stick around after he had taken advantage of her like that. He wasn't holding her back. But just as he had said it, a loud crack came from above them, Eugene barely getting to blink as he pushed Jane out of the way, a large piece of metal falling on top of him, a loud crack was heard and he screamed out in pain, so much so his lungs sounded like it was about to collapse in on itself.

Eugene felt like he was blinded by the pain. But then he started to wonder, and that wonder turned to panic, "m-my arm," he cried. He couldn't feel his arm and he was starting to black out. His vision went dark as he lost consciousness from the pain he was in.
He was lucky that some scouts from his father's division had come to pick them up. If Jane was still there she would be sedated and forced to come with them. If she had run off they would simply get Eugene out from the large metal chunk. His arm being put on ice as it had been cut clean off.
He woke up later in a sterile room. His eyes having a hard time adjusting to the bright light. He could hear doctors and scientists at work, and he grunted before he was put under sedation once more. It took several hours for the doctors to even put him sort of back together, but his arm? Well they had attached it, but soon enough they had to remove it as the limb was dying. Eugene had been put in a wheelchair, his spine fractured and the rest of his arm wrapped in gauze. He was staring blindly in to a wall, he hadn't been willing to speak with anyone.

Dexter stopped by the scientists, sighing as he saw them dressed up like this. He unlocked the door, staring down Jane if she stood ready to bite, but he wouldn't be deterred. "Go lay down," he told her in a firm voice. She had trusted him before, but it seemed as though there was a strain between them now. One that he needed to mend to make her trust him again. He wouldn't move before she did as he said, and if she did he would take the syringe from one of the scientists, telling them to go do something else, that he would take care of this. "Your back," he said, wanting her to pull her shirt up enough for him to extract it. Dexter had all the time in the world, and he knew that she knew they needed that serum for Eugene.
"If you behave, I'll let you see him," he then told her, hoping that would persuade her. If she did as he had asked he would extract the liquid from her spine and leave the room in silence. It would seem as though he wasn't keeping his promise, but she needed to rest a bit before she could leave the room.
Once she had rested, a scientist came to get her, not really sure how to handle her, but he prayed that things would be alright. "Eugene has been asking about you," he said, not sure if he was allowed to speak, "he's been pretty unstable, but he won't take the serum unless you are there." And that was about it as to what he could say. She was lead in to a decontamination room before being lead further in to a room. Eugene was sitting with his back to the door, his hair longer than it had ever been, his eyes just staring at the wall as his lung whistled. The scientist handed Jane the contraption before leaving the room.

He felt the caress at the back of his head, turning his head a little careful to look up at who was there. "Jane," he sounded so relieved, looking at her like he had just been given the biggest gift in the world. His hand he reached out with, touching her shirt a bit as she apologized. Shaking his head no, he wouldn't hear her apologize for this. It had been his own fault. He shouldn't have been there to begin with, but he was also glad to see she wasn't hurt. Looking down he saw the contraption in her hand he sighed. Was this the only reason why she had come to see him? Had the scientists bribed her? Leaning his head back, he made it clear that she could just do what she came here to do. He was just so happy to see her.

She didn't want to leave? He leaned his head forward, looking at her, pulling at her a bit to sit in his lap. She always did that before when giving him the serum, so was it weird that he just wanted to feel her close? He felt like such a selfish person and as she said this was her fault he shook his head, wrapping his good arm loosely around her. "You keep blaming yourself. I keep blaming myself. Can't we just call it even?" he had hurt her too, or had she forgotten in all of this. He thought that he had almost deserved this. In some sick twisted way, he deserved to be here, almost unable to walk. "Hey, it's alright ... I'm just back at being a cripple again," he said, trying to joke a little as he chuckled. "It's not as bad as it looks, I promise you," he assured her, feeling the fabric of her shirt between his fingers.

She was struggling to talk, but he just held her, feeling her forehead press against his own as he sighed. She said she needed him at her side and he hummed. "I know," but it was like he knew the thing she was struggling to say too. Of course he knew. He had just been so blinded by what he thought he needed to hear instead of what he felt from her. And what he felt was love. Maybe it wasn't the love like in fairy tales, but this was genuine. They cared for one another. "And I am, I didn't leave you, I never will," he told her, his hand moved up to cup her cheek. Looking at her he just knew that no one could ever care for him as she did.
"I need a favor," he whispered softly, his thumb caressing her cheek. On camera it would just look like he was saying sweet nothings to her, but he didn't want his father to know anything yet. "You know the idea we had for Crabby and Beep," he whispered, kissing her nose, smiling at her like she meant the world to him. Even when he was in pain and his breath whistling, he could still find happiness here with her. "Well ... What if we reworked it ... To be a hand for me," he said, "if we could find a way to link my mind with the tech, then maybe we could do that to my spine too." His spine was fractured, and healing would take time, so his first priority would be a hand. "And then ... We could run away ... Just the two of us, no more scientists, no more capture, just you and I forever."

She hugged herself tight, and he felt like maybe she didn't like the idea, but as she pulled away he saw her smile. It made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. And the way she spoke, it was like he didn't need to hear her say she loved him. No, he could feel it as she started to peck his lips and his face. He tried keeping up, but ended up just chuckling softly, his hand grasping lightly at her back.
"We could go wherever - but America is first on the list," he chuckled in agreement. Then he heard her speak of needing guidance, humming softly he turned his head, kissing her forehead, just resting his lips against her skin. "In Beep there should be a small USB port," he whispered to her, his hand caressing her back. They looked like lovers, sitting like this almost curled up in to one another. "Hook him up to a computer and there should be all the files in him you need," he assured her, his hand moved from her back and up to her chin, making her look at him as he leaned his head back a little. Taking her in as she was right now, he smiled, "You're brilliant ... Don't forget that," he encouraged her. Besides it only had to be a prototype for now. They could always make it better once they got out of here.