Always with the hotels (Kaz)

[Legion]

Previously

Patrick drove to the dingy little motel in silence after the phone call. His brief little conversation he had with the woman being shrugged off. While he didn't know exactly what it was they had to talk about he didn't really know enough to even worry about it. It could be anything really. His connections with the man he had just killed, knocking up her daughter, anything. The irishman wasn't concerned though. Figuring, if it was something he should have been worried about he wouldn't have walked out of the building, at the very least not with her daughter. In addition to that the fact that she didn't want to know where he was going, a pretty good clue that she trusted him a little to allow him to do that with her injured daughter. So he figured for the time being his was safe.

When he pulled into the motel lot he quickly got a key to the room, before opening it and checking it, just to be sure. Once his paranoia was sated he went and he cradled Kazumi in his arms, carrying her into the room, med kit slung around his shoulder. Laying her on the bed he would remove her clothing that was soaked in blood, dropping it on the bathroom floor. Opening the kit he'd treat her wounds in the best way that he could. They weren't much, nothing to get too worried about but he treated her all the same. After he did that he would cover her with a blanket, for securities sake more then anything and treat the one wound he had on his leg. The one on his shoulder he'd leave for now, solely because he might need it in a bit.

With that taken care of he'd sit in the chair next to the bed and wait for her to stir. He watched her carefully, though there was still a smile on his face, but he knew that they weren't out of the woods yet...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She remained out of it the entire time all this was taking place. She didn't even seem to stir when he stripped her down of her blood soaked clothing and tended to her wounds. The one of her hand, from earlier the night before was still okay, her wrist, though cut was not deep and had stopped bleeding and the wounds on her head, well those would be alright too. Well, aside from the headache they would cause her later on.

No, she was far too drugged up to stir, and an hour would pass before she even managed to make a sound any louder than the hushed whimpers she had been emitting. This time, a soft groan escaping her lips as she shifted for the first time upon the bed and reached up to rub her forehead as a dull ache began to pound within her head.

Finally, after a few moments, those eyes would flutter open, finding herself in a room that was dark and instantly feeling a little sense of ease wash over her. Sure, the bed felt different than what she remembered from home, and he smells were different, but this was definitely much better than where she had been earlier....Though even as she thought that she was finding it hard to recall details of the room, only that she didn't like it.

Head turning to the side, she could make out the shape of somebody sitting there and could only assume it was the guy who she had been speaking too at the other place...The place with all the blood. "I..I don't feel good...." Her tone clearly altered from that of Kazumi, no accent this time around. But at the same time there was something different. A sense of emotion that had been lacking before, perhaps the biggest emotion that she had ever failed in presenting. Fear. That and confusion.

Whimpering lightly, she would try to shift onto her side on the bed, still finding it hard to move, if not more so now that the drugs had time to fully sink into her system. "I am hungry...Very, very hungry..." Not for food of course, at least not yet....but blood. She could still smell it, still see it in her mind....Slowly, almost timidly she would inch her way closer to him.

Unknown to Patrick, this was very much how Feht had behaved with Earth, perhaps not toward the end, but when she had first been created. Which essentially was what had happened this time around. She had been drawn out, created and now she was still so drugged up and her mind so torn apart and fucked with that the building process was ongoing.

Finally, once she had reached the edge of the bed she would freeze. She wasn't sure what to do, and she was well aware that he was dangerous. After all, he had been the one to make all those other people die right? In that place? So what did this mean for her? The uncertainty of it, combined with everything else being what made her almost afraid to get too close. Especially now that everything was sinking in.

But she had to right? He had the blood she needed....."Can I please eat now?" Speaking up softly as she ran her tongue along her lips. Eyes focused on him as her vision started to adjust, though eventually the light would have to come on if she was to get a better grip of her surroundings...."Is...Is this home?" Slurred words, sluggish movements and thoughts....like being drunk yet so much worse. Yet she couldn't help but ask questions. Feht was still a very new person, even now, and she relied heavily on what she was taught.

[Legion]

After about an hour she'd start stirring as Patrick's eyes looked on intently. Expecting anything. It could be Kazumi, It could be Feht. She might know him, likely she would not. If it was Feht she might try and kill him, or not. Everything was up in the air for now, and so Patrick watched cautiously, preparing himself for anything as she slowly stirred. She looked at him and Patrick looked her back in the eyes, green eyes reappearing. When she spoke Patrick frowned. This was Feht. Although everything was different. She had emotion in her voice, emotion that Patrick wasn't sure he had heard from her before. Fear, and confusion. Now that was interesting. What was she afraid of exactly? Patrick was rather curious by this.

Patrick looked on interested as she struggled to her side, saying that she was hungry. And then she attempted to make her way closer to him, though there was timidity in her movements. That was a far cry from hate. The Feht that had wanted to kill him, well change the rules so she could kill him, but she hadn't been strong enough to do that. But Patrick's eyebrows would raise on the realization that it was him she was afraid of. Now that, that was an interesting turn of events. Patrick wasn't entirely sure how he wanted to use this. Did he want to encourage this fear? Scare her into pushing Kazumi out and keep her from ever coming out? Or act like a mentor of sorts, guiding her to the only way she'd find relief and understanding? The latter, definitely, while he wouldn't indulge her, making her stronger they could share a nonhateful relationship until it didn't work. Then Patrick could "scare her straight".

When she asked if she could eat, Patrick knew what she meant. The answer was no. She had to be weak. She couldn't allowed to be strong, to possibly challenge Kazumi for the ownership of the body. But here was an opportunity for him to mold things to their mutual favor. So quietly, but firmly Patrick would answer, "No, ye can't. It won't help ye, ye'll get sick. Only Kazumi, the other person inside yer head can eat. Ye have to push her out, and become one with her again. Only then will ye be able to have yer hunger fed. Then ye can learn from her experiences and everything will make sense."

Her question on whether this was home or not, was interesting. According to Kazumi's definition, when she came back out it would be. At least that was what Patrick figured. But no, for now, this was not home. So Patrick answered plainly, "Yer home is inside Kazumi's mind, as a part of her. When ye merge with her, and she comes back, that's when ye'll be home."

It was clear, that every time he spoke of Kazumi's name there was a great amount of love in his voice. Love that wasn't given when he spoke to her. When he spoke to her he was rather neutral in his tone, maybe a bit of mentorship in his voice. Everything to show that he was the one that knew of this world, and everything that was going on, but not her. Hopefully this would get her to trust him and expedite the process of merging her...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She shrank away a bit when he told her that she couldn't eat yet. A little whimper given as she bit her lower lip and would curl up slightly, her hands wrapping about her stomach in the process. Her body in a bit of a mess at the moment, hungry and yet sick, docile and yet (with it being Feht) urged to move. "I..I don't know how..."

She would shift around once more, this time her hands pressing into the mattress and forcing herself into a seated position, all the while keeping the blanket snug about her tiny form. "I just want to go home...I want my Master...." She lowered her head, her hair falling down around her face as she swayed just slightly in her spot. She still couldn't very well hold herself up, only making it that much more certain that the mad doctor had indeed drugged her up more than any one person should have to go through in that short span of time.

"I don't know this place. I don't know you. I...I don't know the girl you talk about...I just want my room and my toys...." Yes, well she wasn't really referring to her toys as in the people she killed, but more the television and other such devices that she loved so much. Unlike Kazumi who stayed away from tv's and such now, Feht had loved them thanks to the constant barrage of images Earth had made her look at.

Whimpering once more, she would cast another look toward him, still rather timid as she didn't know what to make of him yet. She was too hazed over mentally to be able to form any ideas on anything really....All she had to go on was her memories and what was told to her by that man he had killed. "I don't understand why I can't stay here...I don't understand why that man would make me come out if I wasn't supposed to be here....He kept showing me pictures...Kept telling me things...But its all so....fuzzy. He kept hurting me..." Oh, just because she hadn't been able to show a reaction, those shots had hurt, very badly....One hand moving as her little fingers would trace over the large array of puncture wounds on her arm.

"Can I have a light on?" Feht, unlike Kaz liked the light. Sure, her home was dark and cold and dank, but she did like it when Master turned the light on for her. So maybe she could at least have that if she asked? Since she couldn't eat or anything. But also, she wanted the light so she could better look at who she was talking to. So she could try and figure out who he was, if she should know him, something.....anything.

[Legion]

Patrick would just listen to her as she spoke, taking everything in about this new situation, arrangement that was going on. Not telling her how to bring out, Kazumi but listening, simply because she didn't look or sound like she was in the listening mood. Right now she seemed more concerned about what she wanted and what she didn't know. So it didn't seem like telling her anything was going to work at the moment, so he would listen, watch and observe. Noting that when she sat up she had trouble staying up, probably was the drugs that she was given by that man, of what and how much Patrick didn't know for certain. The only thing he did know for certain was that it had been a lot.

Patrick wouldn't seriously consider saying anything until she began trying to think things out, verbally of course but all the same. It made Patrick think about his response all the more. What he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it. His goal first and foremost being to get Kazumi back out and in control of her body and if at all possibly continue to merge Feht back, undo the damage that the man had done in his short time with her.

"He made ye come out to make ye suffer," Patrick said, something that seemed true enough. As far as he could tell the man in the lab coat had managed to hurt her horribly so it wasn't really a stretch, "He wanted to make both ye and Kazumi suffer, and so he brought ye into a world he didn't understand and hid away the only person that could help ye understand. To try and kill ye both. To hurt both of ye."

"And so I'm trying to help both of ye, to make everything right again," Patrick said, "To bring Kazumi out ye have to try and think really hard. Search yer mind for a place that ye can't reach, that ye should know but don't. When ye find that place ye gotta concentrate really hard on in, try and become part of it. That's how ye save yerself and her. That's how ye end the suffering that man started."

As she asked for the light on Patrick would stop and think for a second. He wasn't too sure about the idea. He knew that Kaz wasn't the biggest fan of the light so he wanted to make sure that she was comfortable in coming out. However at the same time if Feht could see him face to face that might trigger something in her. So after a pause Patrick would agree, reaching over as he did and pulling on the string to turn the lamp on the table between them on, "Yeah."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was never one to really listen, but then that was because her mind didn't stop long enough for words to process like a normal person's would. For her, something he said one moment took her a few minutes to get around to thinking about. She couldn't help it, and though it likely made her annoying, she didn't know that nor did she really care...or at least, she didn't think she did.

One hand coming up and touching upon the sore spot on her head, the one on the side where she had a cut...Though from what she wasn't sure. She just knew it hurt....which again, confused her because she had sworn Master had told her pain felt good....Then as he began to speak, she listened....she really, really did. Though she didn't say anything at first. Mostly because it took her awhile to get around to remembering what he said long enough to focus on it and form an opinion.

"The man made me sit in the chair....I don't like that chair. Master said I wasn't supposed to sit in it cause it did bad things to my head..." She would sigh and her body would sway a bit more as she lost her balance, hand falling to the side to try and catch herself and barely managing to do so. Once more her eyes started to flutter closed. Not because she was passing out, but because technically she was mildly overdosed and it made for controlling things like....the weight of her eyelids, rather hard.

"I can't...I don't know how to...f..focus. Master always made me watch pictures, its all I see is pictures....all the time.." She would wince slightly as more images rolled through her mind, not the best thing when nursing a headache to end all headaches. Softly she would wrap her free hand about her stomach, a sharp pain felt as her hunger increased that much more. "So...you and...um..." She tried hard to recall the name everyone kept using around her..."...Kazumi....are going to have a baby?" That right there confused her to no end. How was she pregnant if Kazumi was the one who he slept with? And for that matter, how was there another person trapped in her head.

Feeling her arm, which she was supporting herself start to weaken, she fought against collapsing back onto the bed.....A difficult task but one she managed, if only just. Yet then he agreed to turn the light on, and a small bit of happiness would bubble up inside her. A content little sigh as the light turned on, flooding the room and allowing her to see more of where she was. Of course, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, but once they had she would look around, noting the condition of the room. "This place is prettier than my home..." She spoke it very matter of factly....No, no person should ever have to live in the conditions that she considered home...but then, she didn't know that. "Master said that I cant have a home like in the pictures he showed me....because I am not normal like other people....Pets don't live in pretty houses little one....." Citing his words as she would shrug as best she could.

Only then did she turn to look at him and when she did, a sudden stabbing pain hit her in the chest, enough that she winced and gave a slight gasp of discomfort. But more than that, her mind suddenly had that nagging feeling back, worse than ever. Still, she forced her eyes back to him, studying him....every detail...Though without knowing she had slowly tried to inch away...Something was off, but she didn't know if it was good or bad....A look of confusion in her eyes....like she was trying to figure something out....

For a brief second her hand moved forward, though she quickly snatched it back and would shrink away from him, as though she was not sure why she had just done that. Which was true. So she figured putting a little distance between them would stop it from happening again....though she couldn't very well go far seeing as how every movement was extremely difficult to muster the energy for.

[Legion]

When she spoke about "master" Patrick knew that through all the confusion that she was feeling that she meant Earth. That was something that had not been messed with in her memory. And that was something that posed difficulties. Because that meant that all her attitudes and actions as Feht were likely still based around what that man had taught her. Though listening to her in his calm environment did give him a little more insight on what had happened with her and Earth. It made a great deal of sense that she wasn't supposed to sit down and could never really focus. Although she likely didn't know it, that was likely because it was a defense created to counter people from using that thought weakness to drag Kazumi back out.

"Yes, we are," Patrick smiled at the question. He still didn't know what he felt about having a child, but all the same he cared greatly for it. But he knew the truth, "But I can't do it on my own, that's why I need Kazumi back."

Patrick watched as her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, before looking around the room. When she made the comment that this place was prettier then her "home" it really did tell the conditions she had lived in. All because this was no palace. This was a dirty dingy motel room, one that no one would ever come to look into and one where they'd be left alone until they were done here. Patrick continued to listen as she said simply what Earth had told her choosing not to argue or confirm what she had said.

What was of a good deal of surprise to him as well as her was that it seemed like pain shot through her when she finally looked at him. Why? He didn't know, he could only hope it was Kazumi, somewhere deep down trying to get out, and through to him. Patrick watched intrigued as she tried to study every detail of him, and a manner that indicated she didn't know who he was, but he was very familiar to her, too familiar. Noticing how she tried to inch away from him, and even tried to reach out for him for a moment. As she tried to inch away again it was clear she wasn't really sure how to feel, only that the confusion made her want to back away.

Now this was something that Patrick could work with. If it was Kazumi, he continue pushing his appearance, hell even try and get her to touch him, to draw more memories of himself to draw out Kazumi. So as she tried to continually back away Patrick would stand out and cross the short distance between the bed and the couch, siding beside her, looking her in the eyes...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would furrow her brow when he spoke of having Kazumi back. Feht was naive and innocent in many ways, showing more now than it had before. Before, it had always come across as just being kind of stupid, but she really wasn't at all. She just couldn't think long enough to do smart things and she was not very mature, because Earth had never allowed her to mature. She was perpetually stuck in a childlike state, and though she didn't know that, she knew that she was not one that wanted or could handle a baby...Since honestly, she didn't even know what that was all about.

Yet she didn't say anything. In fact she was actually pretty silent. But then once she had looked at him and tried to back away, things in her head began to shift. She didn't say anything yet, but it was clear that she was scared and confused and just wanted to back away. However he would not allow that, instead choosing to come closer, sliding into the bed next to her.

As he slid in beside her, she would shy away as best she could, biting her lip as she tried to pry her eyes away from him, tried to push herself further away. Yet she only managed a few inches before she couldn't exert any more energy and was forced to stop in order to keep herself from falling over onto the bed once more. Slowly her eyes would trace over his form, all the while nibbling her lower lip as she tried really hard to remember why he seemed so.....familiar. "I...I don't know you..." She wasn't sure why she felt like she had to say that, but she did.

However, after a few moments, her bandaged hand would slowly try to reach out, hesitating for a moment as her fingers twitched ever so slightly. Her eyes now focused on his chest, on his shirt......Though in her mind it was something else that she was seeing. Finally, after a good minute or two of hesitation, her hand would close the distance and trace down along his chest. But it was not just the fact that she traced down his chest that would stand out, it was the fact that every line she traced out was placed right over one of his scars....Not that she knew that, just that she was following the pattern in her mind that felt right, that felt familiar.

Though, as with anything, her mind circled back around to what she was doing and she would quickly jerk her hand back, her head turning away, dark locks spilling down her face and hiding her features from view. "I...I don't know you..." Though this time when she said it, her tone was softer, hesitant and almost a whisper.....Emotions were lacing her words, though she didn't know what emotions they were. Regret, pain, fear, uncertainty.....

[Legion]

As Patrick sat down next to her, he saw Feht struggling. Struggling to look away, struggling to get away, struggling to make sense of it all. She told him that she didn't know who he was, but at the same time it seemed like she knew that she should know him. That he was important. It struck him that perhaps that this was the man in the labcoat's intention. To make her forget him. Why? Perhaps to separate them, "save" Feht's independence, make her the only one by making Kazumi go away. While he didn't know why, the fact remained that she had some recollection of him, even if she didn't know why.

Patrick watched as her hand slowly stretched out towards him again. Watching her intently to see of she'd touch him this time, wondering what exactly she meant to do, though he wasn't sure she even knew that. Her hand paused in front of him, for what seemed like an eternity as he waited for her to make contact with him, desperately hoping that she would, and desperately hoping that it would draw Kazumi back out. So when she finally did touch him, there was a bit of relief. That was out of the way. But as she touched him he noticed that her fingers, even through his shirt, were tracing his scars. That in of itself brought hope to Patrick. Because only Kazumi knew where those scars were with such detailed accuracy.

Eventually she'd jerk her hand back again, as if realizing what she was doing didn't make any sense and this time when she tried she was able to look away. Once again telling him that she didn't know him, though this time it was different, this time it was softer, more emotions filling her voice.

After a moment Patrick would reply softly, "I'm Patrick O'Connor, Kazumi's boyfriend and lover. The father of Kazumi's unborn child. And I love her very much. I belong to her, and she belongs to me..."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would hear him speak and a small whimper would escape her, that pain again starting in her chest and her hand moving to softly rub against it. Though it was his final words that made her pause, her hand going to her neck, feeling the rough texture of a scar there...Though she didn't know where it came from or anything about it. Nor did she know why the hell she felt the urge to touch that spot due to something he had said.

Only then though, did she realize that she had been holding her breath, a slight exhale, shaky at best. "I don't...." She closed her eyes, shaking her head. She knew that she should look back at him, that she should figure it out...but at the same time she was scared. It was a very scary thing to have memories but not know what they were, to know you should know a person, but to not know them.

A few minutes later, she would finally bite down on her lower lip and force her eyes back toward him. She was struggling to steel her nerves, struggling to just, let the images in her mind flow....but it was so, so hard....

Timidly, she would inch her way toward him, again barely managing to catch herself as another wave of intoxication, for lack of a better term, hit her full on. Still, she would drag herself forward, those dark eyes focused on him yet refusing to raise up enough to meet his gaze....All the while those tangled locks spilling across her eyes....

Without looking though, her hand would again come forward, this time though, when she was finally able to manage the nerve, she would rest her palm against his chest, just over his heart....still able to feel the beat of such even through the bandage she had wrapped around her hand....More images began to flash through her mind, her hand stationary for a good minute or two as her eyes fell closed and her head lowered....Slowly, with eyes still closed, her hand slid up his chest, her touch gentle and a bit shaky, though not retracting from him....at least not yet.

First it would move to his shoulder, tracing over the spot where she saw in her mind a mark that seemed to hold meaning....then, it would move upward and her fingers would fall upon the mark on his neck.....A sudden shift in her mind, a sudden memory that she couldn't quite make sense of. But whatever it was, it caused her hunger to increase and it also made her shift about somewhat uncomfortably....not entirely sure why she felt that strange surge of emotions, of .....desire...from something as simple as a scar.....

Though her hand did not move and her breathing would remain shaky and uneven. Yet, when she spoke this time, it was clear something had changed, something rather dramatic..."Mi...Mine?" That thick Italian accent lacing her words....She sounded more confused than ever and on top of that, there was a pain and a longing in her voice that showed an intense emotional depth......something that Feht was not capable of....

Kazumi....

She had managed to resurface, made all the more clear by the tears that suddenly spilled down her cheeks, even if her eyes remained closed and her head down....A pause given as she caught her fingers idly tracing the mark...A sudden flood of emotions and pain causing her to gasp softly as she began to pull her hand away, shaking her head.

In her heart and in her head, things were a bit confusing. She didn't know him, she felt like he was familiar, but she didn't know him....In fact, she didn't even know how she had gotten here, or what had happened to her....Luckily though, on that front, the drugs kept her mind so clouded and docile that she didn't have the ability to flip out. That aside though, she may have felt like she should know him, but the fact that she didn't only proved to make her feel....longing...loss.....need and regret...As though she had lost something important, or somebody.......She just didn't know what...but it was enough that she knew she could not replace it with some stranger.....A soft, weak sob as she would start to shy away from him....more scared now than ever, since of course, Kazumi could feel emotions ten times more potently than Feht ever could...."I..I am sorry...." Pulling her hand into her lap, ashamed she had touched when clearly she didn't know him....but then, she was too shy and timid to look at him, too scared and too hurt by these sudden flood of emotions.

Not to mention, she was still trying to piece together who she was.....because yeah...the point had been to get rid of her, and that had included to teach her she was Feht....and nothing more....."I don't ....I am...umm...Wh..Who am I?"

[Legion]

As Patrick spoke he knew that Kazumi, his Kazumi was down there, somewhere deep inside. All the proof he needed to come to that conclusion was how when he said those words that they had repeated to each other many, many times, her hand, even as Feht, traced the mark on her neck. His mark. The mark that Feht shouldn't know about, this Feht at least. As she mouth those words, once again indicating that she didn't know, unspecified as to what but Patrick had his assumptions, he could hear the fear in her voice, see it in her movements and actions. That fear could be very helpful, but it could also be very damaging. Patrick would have to approach this with an extreme amount of caution.

It seemed like an eternity before she slowly scoot back over to him, looking up at him, fear still in her eyes. Watching her slowly as she held her hand up, trying to work up the nerve to touch him again. When she finally did her palm was placed on his heart and she felt his heart beat. Her hand lingered there for awhile and Patrick made no moves to touch her, neither to stop or encourage her. Just letting her explore passively, not wanting her to thing that it was Feht to whom he felt affection for.

But after another long wait her hand would begin to slid up his chest, softly and hesitantly. Her hand made it's way to where Kazumi had bitten him many times on his shoulder, though she wasn't able to see it. Further leading him to believe that his Kazumi was somewhere deep inside. As she traced it Patrick saw all the emotions welling up inside of her, emotions that Feht shouldn't have. More proof to him. The hand now on his neck, the most surprising thing yet was about to happen.

Patrick's eye widened in surprise as she asked that one word question, in an italian accent. That was Kazumi. The emotions another clear indicator. But there was something in the way she spoke those words to him, they uncertainty in his voice. This was not over yet. Tears running down her eyes. This was definitely Kazumi.

But not his Kazumi.

That was evident by the way that she pulled away, fear and shock in her voice as she apologized to him. She was in pain to. Feeling what Feht had, apparently, but far more so then Feht could ever hope to. Shame and embarrassment clear, all the mixed emotions about who she was, what was going on clear, and all the more telling in her. Patrick would softly, affectionately respond to her apology, "It's not a problem."

When she asked him who she was Patrick would pause, thinking long and hard about his answer before saying affectionately, "Yer Kazumi Badoer, student at PHS 8011. Daughter of Kevala and Mischa Badoer, and girlfriend of Patrick O'Connor."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She didn't know what was going on, but then she didn't know who she was, who he was....anything. She had memories, but...they were fuzzy, distant and unreachable at the moment. She could hear a voice in her head, but it was as though it spoke around her, to somebody else....who she could not be sure.

Softly her hand would rub against the center of her chest, a little whimper given as she felt another swell of pain rushing through her. Hesitantly, amethyst eyes would glance upward....still not toward his face, but toward him just the same. Yet when she did, another soft whimper would escape her as her hand balled into a fist, fighting back the urge to touch him....because even though she didn't understand why....she could not help but want to.

Once she had apologized, she heard he affection in his voice when he spoke to her and that just confused her....because she didn't know why he would care about her, since yeah, she didn't know who he was. Then, he began to explain to her who she was, and she would lower her eyes from him once more, biting her lower lip as she listened and trying to wrap her mind around the name he gave her and everything else.

Though the last line, the boyfriend....that brought about a slight gasp as she winced and would shrink away from him just a bit more. "....mine..." The word softly whispered past her lips as she reached up and once more ran her fingers along her neck, feeling the rough texture of a scar there, one that brought about a surge of emotions that, right now, didn't make much sense to her.

"A...And who are you?" She was genuinely curious, because she didn't know even though she felt like she should. She didn't know the names he spoke, but again, she felt that she should..."Wh...Whats wrong with me?" Her voice sounding so broken and terrified....So utterly lost....

[Legion]

Lost and confused, that much was evident about how she felt. It was clear to Patrick that she felt like she should know him, that she should know many things that she didn't. Watching her as she looked to him again with those amethyst eyes, but not looking him in the eye. Concern crossing Patrick's face as she balled her fist, though there was no indication from her body movement or eyes that showed that it was a violent action. Rather, it seemed to be one born out of, restraint? Perhaps she too was like Feht and wanted to touch him. To know who he was, figuring it out through touch. Unlike Feht though, she had restraint, perhaps through tact, or social awareness that Feht seemed to lack, though he didn't know that to be the case.

"Yers," Patrick smiled as he watched her trace his scar on her neck, speaking as if he knew all about that scar, which of course he did. At the same time though his tone was as if he was offering himself to her. Perhaps it would be the first indicator to her, the first clue as to who he was, as to who he claimed and knew himself to be. But of course he didn't want to rush into it. Slowly and methodically introducing himself as who he was. To be careful not to scare her or come on too strong. Caring utmost for her, for her mental state. But then she'd ask the question, the one that Patrick knew he would have to answer eventually anyway.

"I am Patrick O'Connor," Patrick would say softly, having to restrain himself mentally from touching her. He really wanted to, but he didn't want to be to forward. Didn't want to scare her away, seeing as she was in a fragile state right now. But his gaze upon her would be loving, all in support of what he had just said and implied.

His heart would break a little at the sound of her next question, the terrified and confused voice really getting to him. He hated that she felt that way and he just wanted to hold her and tell her that he was going to make it all better. He was, just he couldn't hold her yet. Didn't want to hurt her, however he would answer her softly, "I man wanted to hurt ye, to make ye forget so he gave ye drugs to do just that. But I saved ye from him. He won't hurt ye anymore."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

When he seemed to respond the that statement she made when she traced along that scar upon her neck, she would drop her hand away...almost as though she had been caught doing something that she wasn't entirely sure she should have been doing. Her eyes falling closed, she would curl her fingers into the mattress as she worked to keep herself upright, finding it harder and harder with each passing second that went by.......each one feeling like an eternity in her mind.

Then, he gave her a name...his name...and when he did that same pain once again surfaced within her chest and the connection was made between that and what he had just said..

Boyfriend.....

But more to the point her supposed boyfriend....That alone seemed to make her tense up. She didn't understand how she could not remember him if he was her boyfriend, and yet no matter how hard she tried, no memory seemed to come to light, no thought that would back up his claims...And yet, she could hear in his tone the affection, the love that he had toward her."You....love me?" She asked to be sure, but his tone seemed to say it all, as did the look she caught out of the corner of her eyes. Though still, that uncertainty as to whether or not it was okay came into play....even if she didn't know why...

However, this still was not enough to get her to move. Not that she didn't want to...because honestly she wanted nothing more than to touch him, than to feel him under her fingertips...She just didn't understand why she wanted these things and therefore she wasn't going to act upon them....

Listening as closely as she could manage to him explaining what was wrong with her, a sudden memory of being stuck with something would flash across her mind...Those amethyst eyes opening to look down at her arm, noting the distinct marks left behind and a soft little sob escaping her. "W..Why did he want to hurt me? Am...Am I a bad person?" A little whimper given as she shifted just enough so that she could pull the blanket up tighter around herself...still trying to hide behind those dark locks...now worried that if this was her boyfriend, then perhaps she had done something wrong to make the man want to hurt her...and for that this could go badly.

Sure, it made no real sense, but then, she was overdosed on some experimental drug, her memories wiped away and false ones put in their place....She wasn't exactly supposed to make sense at this point you could say....

Just then, her arm which she had been using to support herself up would give out, the drugs working their way through her system once more causing her to slowly collapse down onto the bed, simply remaining where she now laid and curling up, knees drawn up as she didn't even bother to push her hair back out of her face...Those eyes of hers fluttering closed once more. "I don't f...feel good..." The only real statement she would be able to get out before a wave of pain, brought about from her body's hunger, would tear through her.... Her arms wrapping about her stomach as she winced in pain and choked back another weak, broken little sob. "Please make it stop....Make it go away...It hurts so bad..." Begging him, pleading with him to help her because she didn't know what to do....She just knew that it hurt and that it was slowly getting worse.

[Legion]

"With all my heart," Patrick smiled answering her question. There was no doubt about it, she was the apple of his eye, and the way he looked at her showed it. Even if she didn't understand or remember him at this moment, that didn't change his feelings for her. He wanted to save her, make her remember and he would. No matter what, no matter how long it took. She had done everything in her power to help her, and now he'd do everything in his to help her. Desperately he wanted her to touch him, to remember him, because it seemed to draw her out in the first place, so he had, or thought he had every reason to believe that it would happen again.

Watching her he couldn't help but feel bad for her, watching her in this pain and confusion brought on its own pain for Patrick. He hated seeing her like this. In her own suffering, in her own pain. He wanted to do whatever it was he could to do help. Like she had done for him. Though his desire to do this was not out of duty, not out of some sort of obligation, but because he really wanted to do it. Because he loved her and wanted to help her, with all of his heart.

"No, yer not," Patrick said with a frown at her question and sob, "Yer a very good person. A very kind and caring person. The man who did this to you was not. He was a very bad man who wanted to make ye suffer for no good reason. Ye did nothing to bring this on yerself, he did it because he was a bad person, not ye. That's why I saved ye, because what he was doing was bad. I love ye Kazumi."

When her arm finally gave out and she collapsed on the bed Patrick was very concerned and a look that matched that concerned crossed his face. As she curled up into that ball clearly in pain he frowned as she told him that she didn't feel well. Patrick's hand couldn't hold still any longer as he softly brushed her hair back, behind her ears and continued to stroke her hair softly trying to comfort her. He knew the drugs were coming into play here but it didn't really strike him about what it was until that next wave of pain rolled through her, as she gripped her stomach. as she was begging him to make it stop Patrick was already busy working to make that happen. Pulling a knife out of his pocket he hid his arm from her sight as he dragged the blade down his left forearm, like he had before, in the same spot actually, drawing forth blood. Folding the knife, slipping it back into his pocket he'd place his forearm near her mouth saying quietly, "Here, drink this, it'll help ye feel better."

Patrick wasn't sure if it would make all the pain go away but he knew that she hadn't had blood in awhile, it was well past due. At the very least he figured it would at least fulfill her mind's need, maybe even refresh her memory...