Rebirth (Patrick)

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She had woken up in the middle of the night, silently slipping out of bed and going to get something to eat. Not uncommon for her these days, but this was something different. She was not herself when she woke, the dreams she had been having and the flux of hormones in her system had made it so that her mind was clouded with dark thoughts and images. Blue eyes, laced with black as she paced the floors, trying to calm herself, trying to think of something....anything...to keep her mind off of the images of blood that ran through her mind.

But she had failed....She needed pain, she needed blood...Yet the thought to wake him slipped her mind. Why? Because she honestly did not want him to see this side of her. This was not Feht, that part was dead and gone and had been for a least a week or so now. No, this was something else and it went by an entirely new name. She wasn't sure where it got the name, but her best guess was from some class she had taken in her past.

Moving through the kitchen, she would grab one of the knives from the knife block and move to sit down on the floor, tongue slowly tracing along her lips as she looked down at her legs which were bare, given that she was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear. She was trying her best to fight through the urge but she couldn't think, she could barely make out what it was she was doing, let alone how to stop it.

Then, without even thinking or noticing what she had done, she would drag the blade of the knife along her palm, a little groan as the pain shot through her and the blood dripped onto the white tiled floor. It wasn't deep enough to cause serious damage, but it was enough that it bled rather heavily.

Why?

It was simple. It was either this or she was going to go out and kill somebody. Those were her two options at the moment. A little sigh as her head fell back into the counter she was pressed against, struggling to focus only to feel the knife slide across her thigh slowly.

You should just let me kill and we can both be happy. You know that it is what you want...

A little growl as she shook her head.

"No....We are not that kind of person anymore..."

A dark little chuckle within her mind as she felt the blood coursing down her thigh and onto the floor along with the blood that dripped from her hand....

That is what you think....

She winced, feeling that surge of emotions from Aiden, only making it that much harder to fight it. It had been getting worse lately, as though he were building up to something. She just didn't know what and it was killing her.

[Legion]

Patrick awoke from an actually peaceful rest. His eyes opening solely out of chance. Waking up, seeing that it was still dark he was about to roll over and simply go back to sleep. So he did, he rolled over to drape his arm across Kazumi. Only when he did he found that she wasn't there. Frowning he lay there for a moment, looking towards the bathroom. Figuring that that was a safe bet, right? Sitting up he'd look to the Bathroom door, only to find that it was open, and there was no one inside, Patrick's eyes well enough adjusted and his mind clear enough to think. Although it had been a long time Patrick still had it in terms of sleeping. He was still a fairly light sleeper and quick to wake up. He had to be though, having lived a life where you had to be alert and ready to move at any point.

That being said his head turned to the door to the hallway leading into the kitchen. He knew that she went out every once in a while. Having been woken up a few times by her before. He smiled at the thought of her, in one of his shirts and her underwear. Though for whatever reason, this time felt different. It just felt off, bidding Patrick to slowly get out of bed. As he made his way towards the door, a slight yawn would be given as he scratched his stomach, feeling nails on bare skin. He was only wearing Pajama pants anyway.

When he rounded the corner to the kitchen he saw Kazumi sitting on the floor, something beginning to pool under her. A furrow of the brow was given as he tried to figure out what it was. His answer and identification of the fluid coming from seeing that glint in her hand. A knife. Concern quickly shot across Patrick's face as he moved forward, eye scanning for anything that she was cutting. The answer was herself as he rushed to her, gripping her fingers, while his thumb and his index finger wrapped around the knife, having control of the blade more or less.

"Kazumi, love, what are you doing?" Worry and concern the only things in his voice. Not anger or condemnation. Just worry, concern and love...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

It hurts so much less if you let me play...

"No!"

I can feel him...You know I can. He is my other half, just as Aiden is yours...Cannot keep me from him forever...

"Yes...I can..."

Another deep cut against her thigh, this time deeper than the last. Perhaps too deep. But then she was not paying attention, her eyes black now as Nyx began to force her way through. She loved the night she could feel Belial so easily, so intensely. It gave her more power, enough that she was able to make things happen that Kazumi would otherwise stop.

Now look what you did...You went and cut yourself too deep. That is going to need stitches.

A rather dark little laugh escaping within the corners of her mind as her head fell back into the counter, a little growl given as Kazumi tried to dull her bond with Aiden. She hated doing it, but she had to sometimes or else risk losing herself. Though even as she tried to do so, she felt another slice fall across her opposite thigh. Eyes shifting downward to see that she had cut her other thigh now, though the conscious thought to do so had never entered her mind.

The pool of blood continued to increase, soaking through what clothing was touching the floor, dripping from her hand....Pouring down her legs....

Just one more should do it....

"No, I won't..."

Ah, but you already have...

Another laugh as Kazumi would look down once more, only to see that there was now a large cut across her forearm, the same arm as the hand she had cut. Then, as the blade raised once more, aimed at inflicting a more serious wound, as if to prove a point.....it would be stopped...That familiar voice snapping her out of whatever fucked up daze she had been in as black eyes shifted to meet his own.

Though even with the eyes the color they were, she would shake her head....her hand releasing the knife and then falling to the floor beside her. "Feht is gone...." A weak little smile before she would lay her head back against the counter and allow her eyes to flutter closed. She was not bleeding enough to kill herself, but it was enough to weaken her and to push her closer toward passing out.

"Aiden is in a very bad place tonight....I can feel it....And so can she..." She wasn't sure what to tell him that would make sense. Yes, Aiden was an ocean away, but she felt him regardless, some nights stronger than others. She also didn't know how to explain the fact that yes, Feht was gone but what was left in her place was possibly just as bad, if not worse. "I had...had to stop her from coming out...."

She paused and would allow her mind to wander, listening for Nyx but hearing nothing. She was gone for now, having proven what she had to prove...Though Kazumi wasn't entirely sure what that was supposed to be. She was stronger than her...so what difference did it make if she had her small bouts of semi control? In the end, Kazumi always would win.

Blood pouring down her arm, dripping from her fingers, she would let out a rather content, relieved sigh before the smile would begin to fade from her lips, feeling finally like she could go to sleep and actually stay asleep...No annoying voice, no haunting images...Even Aiden's bond had gone silent....Though, that could also have been because of the blood loss, her mind quieting down to reserve energy.

[Legion]

As she would let go of the knife Patrick would catch it in his hand. Placing it on the counter above her he'd watch her quite concerned, ducking down next to her. When she gave that weak smile telling him that Feht was gone he couldn't help but frown. Something else was at play, something more sinister. He didn't really have time the think about it though. Patrick could tell just by looking that her wounds weren't fatal, but she would need medical attention that he couldn't give to her. Also he wasn't sure what effect the wounds would have on their child. Scooping her up because she needed to get into a hospital, starting off towards the door.

When she said that Aiden was in a bad place it didn't slow him down, because he knew that they had that link. What did stop him though, what did faze him was when she said that "she" could feel him. Now that was ominous. What that the knew phee? The new voice in the head? The one that Patrick had a hand in creating by destroying Feht? He didn't know for certain, but it seems he had. He wasn't sure what had happened here, but he didn't think Feht had ever done anything this bad to Kazumi, other then trying to assume control, and all that jazz. But then Kazumi said that she had to do this? To keep her from coming out?

Questions circled Patrick's head as he shook them away, moving forward to the door. All that was on his mind now was getting her to the hospital and making sure she was okay. Punching the codes in he'd get through the door, knowing that after awhile it would lock itself, or something. As he made his way to his truck he'd say, "Stay with me Kazumi, yer doing great. Just stay away."

Putting her in the passenger's seat and buckling her up he'd fly into the driver's seat, turning the truck on and taking off, heading for the hospital...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt the knife falling away, hearing the sound of it being settled against the counter above her head. Though she made no move to try and get up, nor did she even bother to try and look. Instead she would just sit there, her hands at her side....blood streaking down the left while the right simply rested in the pool created by the cuts on her thighs. Then just like that she felt those arms scooping her up, her head falling to rest against his chest as she opened her eyes for just a moment.

She knew that he was worried, and yet, she was so content with the silence in her head that all she wanted was to just....sleep. Eyes once more fluttering closed as she felt herself starting to drift off. It was not very often that she got this kind of peace, not when there was always that worry over her brother or the voice in her mind urging her to do bad things...But then, just as she would have drifted off, she heard Patrick speaking to her, those eyes fluttering open as she would look up at him...only to find herself placed within his truck and buckled in.

She didn't protest, though for a moment the thought did occur to her to ask where they were going....Not really capable of putting two and two together right now. So, instead she would lay her head back into the seat, her dark locks spilling across her face as she again closed her eyes and tried to simply drift off once more. Completely unaware of the blood that still dripped from her arm and hand, or that seeped from her thighs onto the seat of the truck. "Its so quiet...." Practically purring out the words even though they were faint and somewhat sleepy. A lazy little smile on her lips once more though it quickly began to fall away as her body relaxed more within the seat, slouching down just a bit more.

[Legion]

Seeing her hair draping over her eyes Patrick would move a hand to brush that hair out of her eyes with one hand as he kept driving, still worried very much about her. Driving in silence, though at this point it was due mostly to the serious of the situation, although when Patrick heard her say how quiet it was his hand moved to turn the radio on to some pop station. He figured that it had to be hard as hell to listen to that stuff and relax. It was like nails on a chalkboard really.

"Kazumi love, ye gotta stay awake," Patrick said as it looked like she was relaxing and drifting off once more. It would not be good for her to pass out. If she did she might slip into shock and that wouldn't be good for her or the baby. So it was probably going to be a good idea to get her talking. They were terribly far from the hospital but still. So he'd ask a question that he figured had a pretty long answer to, "Kazumi, tell me again why ye love me and how ye figured it out."

At least Patrick figured it would be long and not generic enough for a short answer. Seemed like a pretty detailed question to him, at least the way she told it anyways. He also figured the happy memories and the ones that held desire would be stronger for her to stay awake. That was the hope anyway as he kept driving...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt his hand brush the hair away from her face, eyes trying to open so that she could look at him, but honestly just far too tired to manage it. So instead she just allowed herself to try and drift off. But then, he turned on the radio, and considering that Kazumi hated all things media, it surely did jolt her awake....A little whimper given as she finally shifted, if only to try and press herself into the seat further and put distance between herself and the noise that came from the radio.

His urges for her to stay awake, being heeded as she could not possibly manage rest with that kind of horrific noise filling her ears. Then, he asked a question and though she was struggling to stay focused, it was one that she could at least come up with an answer to, even if it was a bit slow and a bit slurred as her words were starting to fail her. "I..I knew that I loved you......because with you was the first time that I ever felt whole....the first time...I ever felt....like i belonged somewhere aside f...from hiding behind A..Aiden..." She closed her eyes once more, and despite herself and despite the music, drifting off for a moment before she would snap back awake as the song changed. Eyes opening as she tried to focus herself awake again. "I...I love you because...y..you are everything...I..I could ever want in my life.....because....you are the one person that gets me through....Y..You are amazing...and funny and....smart....Because....y...you..." She once again trailed off, her head lolling to the side as sleep overtook her, if only for a moment....Then, a little gasp would be heard as once more she snapped out of it. "Because......since the ...d..day we met....you have had a piece of me....and I want to spend the rest of my...my life with you...."

Now she was starting to sound a little out of it, like she wasn't all there....Much like a person would sound if they drank too much or got high, which, losing the blood she was, could have the same effect...."Be...Because....all my life....even though family is so important.....I never wanted to...to have a baby o...or get married....But...now...." Once again she started to nod off, her body slouching down in the seat, blood now streaking down her legs and pooling around her hand which laid on the seat...."......nothing...want...more..."

And then silence as once again the darkness of her mind overtook her and she was out....this time not waking up quite so fast.

[Legion]

Patrick knew she hated the radio and the media, so for the he felt bad, but the alternative, to him, was worse. That being said, he felt bad, but kept the radio on noticing how she tried to distance herself from it. At the same time though when he asked that question he noticed on a brief glance over that the wheels were turning in her head. A good sign, as for the moment she wouldn't be focused on drifting off. And though he knew the answer, as slurred as it was he listened intently, listened carefully almost as if his life depended on it.

As she spoke Patrick couldn't help but smile when she said she felt whole, that she belonged somewhere aside from hiding behind her brother. He knew that that was a big deal. While he had never met the guy he knew how close they were to each other. How much she loved him. To be that high on her list, Patrick knew it meant a lot. When she drifted off for a moment Patrick got worried, but that was alleviated, only if momentarily when the song change jolted her awake again. Smiling once again as she told him why she loved him, specifically about him. He really was glad that he could help get her through. She lolled off once again before snapping herself out of it, increasingly sounding more and more out of it as time went on. This worried Patrick, the concern on his face showing, although he still couldn't help but smile as she told him she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Because the truth was. He did too.

But by this time she was sounding far, far out of it and Patrick knew he needed to be at the hospital, very soon. At the same time though, through his concern he couldn't help but feel joy and smile at what she said. Knowing that he had changed her, that she had changed him, because he too had never thought that he would want either of those thing before he had met her, even for awhile after he had met her. But now he agreed, it was what he wanted. The whole marriage thing, he had avoided bringing up because once again, they were still very young when it came to that, he figured by their relationship time, at the same time though she was pregnant. As she was drifting off he would reply, unsure if she would hear it, "I would like nothing more then to get married and spend the rest of my life with ye."

Though it wasn't long after when he'd make it to the hospital practically sprinting around the truck to get her, and get her in the ER. Then at that point all he could do was wait, until he was told he could go in to see her...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kazumi did not like that radio and he was very lucking that she was too weak at the moment to lift her foot because if she could, she would have slammed her foot into that radio to silence it forever. But now, as it stood she would just drift off every now and again once she was able to get used to the song playing, and once she was done expressing what he had asked of her.

Though upon finishing up her last thought she would find it much harder to wake up. It wasn't so much just the blood loss that was causing this, but also the fact that Kazumi usually did not sleep nearly enough for a girl who was pregnant and lived off of hardly any food compared to the energy she usually burned in a day. That and her mind, even when she was asleep, was still racing, and right now, it wasn't....so naturally her body wanted to seize the moment and sleep for what little amount of time it could without interruption.

But then he spoke, and she would force her eyes open to look at him. She had to admit, even in her current state, she was a bit taken back by what he said. She had not really realized she had said that, but even if she had she would not have expected that to be his reply. Oh, she knew that he wanted to be with her, that he wanted to raise this child with her and that he wanted to be a family....but she did not see him as the type to want to make that kind of solid commitment.

"Y..You....do?" Though she didn't really stay focused long enough to have an answer given to her, and if there was one, she didn't hear it. Instead she would fall asleep once more, even as he pulled into the hospital and grabbed her out of the truck, carrying her inside.

Of course, once inside, it didn't take long for a nurse to spot them. Her eyes going wide as she noted the small, half clothed, blood soaked girl that he carried in his arms. "What happened to her?!" The woman, standing at about five feet seven inches, portly and with dark blond curls cut short on her neck, would rush around from behind the desk, moving to push open the doors that led from the ER waiting room to the actual ER....

She would allow him to carry Kazumi in as she rushed to grab a stretcher as well as another nurse, this one a male...Just for the simple fact that she wasn't sure what she was dealing with and she wanted to be safe and make sure the girl was safe. Pulling the stretcher in front of Patrick she would quickly motion towards it. "Lay her down." From there, once she had been laid down, the pair of nurses would rush her off to the back while a third nurse, a rather short, old woman, would come forward and calmly usher Patrick out into the waiting room once more.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Looking at him and noting his blood covered torso and arms. It was hard to tell if he was hurt or not, so she had to assume that not all the blood on him belong to the girl. However, once he had answered, she would move to grab a clipboard with the standard papers that everyone needed to fill out. "Can you give me her basic information? Or is there somebody that we should call?"

Handing the clipboard out to him, though fully prepared to take it back and make any calls that were needed. At this point assuming that he knew the girl, if for no other reason that the sheer worry and fear in his eyes and the fact that he himself was dressed for bed. Whatever the case, she would remain there until she was able to obtain information about who the girl was as well as any medical information that he might have had. Mostly because they had to know if she was allergic to anything or if she had any medical conditions that could become complicated with anesthesia or whatever....For example...her pregnancy.

Meanwhile, in the back, they were working to try and slow the bleeding, paging the doctor in the process. Hopefully by the time he got here, they would have some information about her to go off of. Of course, their first thought.......that somebody had attacked her, or that she herself was suicidal.....Both of which raised red flags with them....Though for now there was no time to think on that.

[Legion]

"Yeah, I do," Patrick said quietly, a little smile appearing on his face. He said it even though he had watched her nod off again. He knew she probably didn't hear it. Patrick had really only said it just to vocalize his thoughts and opinions on the matter. Not like it mattered, but for whatever reason it had only served to solidify what he was feeling, solidify his desires. It wasn't like it was a moral thing, it just seemed kind of wrong to raise a kid outside of marriage if you loved and could be with the other. Well so long as abuse and whatnot weren't there. He didn't know. It was just a weird thing that he felt without any real explanation.

He didn't have time to think on it too long as he pulled into the parking lot, ran into the hospital and was almost immediately surrounded by nurses, or so it felt. Patrick took it in stride wanting to hide the truth of what happened. He didn't want them taking her away because she was "crazy" or suicidal. They also didn't need them raiding the house either. So Patrick played the part of the frazzled boyfriend perfectly, "She, She got cut up pretty bad!"

Patrick noticed the male nurse and knew exactly why he was there. Not to help but, ensure. He wasn't stupid, but he would sure play it up. When he was told to lay her down he would as they wheeled her off. As Patrick was ushered into the waiting room and that woman asked him if he was hurt he'd give a shaken up, "N-No. No I'm n-not."

As she handed him the clip board and asked him the questions he stopped to think for a moment. Not because he needed to but it seemed important to imitate the slowness of mind. After a moment of precise timing he'd start to right the information down, replying, "She's uhhh. She's pregnant and those things. Uh, anesthetics? They don't work too good on her."

After filling out the form as best as he could he'd hand it back to the nurse and sit down provided she had nothing else to say. He'd wait, still covered in her blood, until he was either given a shirt and/or some sort of rag to clean off the blood. Worry and concern not having to be faked on his face...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The nurses, too preoccupied with Kazumi and trying to stop the bleeding did not question him very much. Not once they saw how shaken up he appeared to be about the whole thing. Though as he filled out the paper, the nurse that was currently with him would give a little nod as he told her what she really needed to know. "Do you know how she got hurt?" One final question, just to make sure that they knew everything that was important right then and there.

Once he had answered she would take the clipboard turning to leave, though she would stop as if she had forgotten something, which in truth, she had. "Relation?" She asked because she had to write it down, and because she needed to know if she should be letting him in once they had the girl stabilized or not. Then, once she had all her information, she would turn and walk away, leaving him to sit and wait it out for now.

45 Minutes Later

By this time the waiting room had become pretty deserted, seeing as how they were approaching the early hours of the morning. Occasionally a nurse or a security guard would make their rounds through the area, or pass through on their way to another area of the hospital, though nobody had anything to say about Kazumi.

Eventually however, the main doors to the emergency room would open and the older nurse who had taken down the information earlier would come out, eyes glancing around until she spotted him. "Alright, the doctor managed to stop the bleeding and get her stitched up. Though we did have to administer a sedative due to the fact that she seemed to panic as soon as she woke up in the room. It was the only way we could keep her still to tend to the wounds." She would then step forward and hand him one of those white hospital shirts that was typical for surgeries and what not. She couldn't very well have him walking around without a shirt through the emergency room floor.

"The sedative seems to be wearing off pretty fast, even though she should be out like a light...and she is asking for you. At least I am assuming you are Patrick." Yes, she had been around long enough to spot a real couple and a fake one. These two were the real deal so she wasn't too concerned about letting him back. "She says she wants to go home, but the doctor still has a few more tests he wants to run to make sure that the baby was not affected by the accident or by the blood loss. So, if you want you can follow me and I will take you back to her."

Her tone was kind enough, though very matter of fact. Had to be when working in a place like this and seeing God knows what coming through the door at all hours. Assuming of course that he would then follow, she would lead him through the doors and down the hall leading to one of the rooms, a little choked sob heard from within...one that he would easily be able to recognize. "The doctor will be in shortly." They were still unsure about the whole "accident" thing, and it was clear in her tone that she was suspicious that the girl had tried to hurt herself....She just wasn't saying nor was anyone else, yet.

She would then turn to leave and head back to the nurses station. In the room, Kazumi was laying on the bed, though it was all too apparent upon entering that the nurse had left out one key fact...They had eventually ended up restraining her in order to tend to her wounds, not able to give her any more anesthesia due to her pregnancy and due to the fact she continued to try and get up.

Her wrists and ankles strapped to the bed even though her wrists were the only ones currently visible. A sheet concealing her ankles from sight, though it stood to reason that they would be as well. She had been put into a hospital gown and as of right now, she was trembling, and crying...though she was still a bit out of it and unable to really do much other than faintly tug against the restraints....Of course...in her mind....all she could think of was all the other times she had been strapped down, none of them good....

[Legion]

"Uh-I-Uh. I don't know. It all just happened so fast. I.. I just wanted her to be okay and so I brought her here as fast as I could," Patrick stammered. That was true for the most part. The final part at least has zero deception, while the first part was about a half truth. He knew what had happened in that he knew that she had cut herself. The exact details of what was going on were fuzzy to him. It had something to do with a new "personality" for a lack of a better word in her head. But right now he was just "too frazzled" by what just happened to talk about it with any clarity.

"B..Boyfriend. She, she's c-carrying our child," Patrick stammered and rushed out as she asked the relation. The truth was that he really was concerned for her and the baby, while his flustered and uncool reaction may have been faked his worry was not. That much clear at least to the nurse.

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Every time a guard or nurse came through those doors Patrick's head shot up, looking and waiting expectantly for one of them to be calling for him. Blood running from him, having begun to pool at his feet, although Patrick had been too nervous, too anxious to get up and clean himself off. But then finally that old nurse came out, and too him to collect him.

"Ye gave her a sedative?!" Patrick asked, slightly alarmed, this was not fake. Taking the shirt in his hand and throwing it on. As she continued about it being to tend to her wounds and it wearing off quickly Patrick wasn't surprised or less concerned. He knew how terrifying that would have been for her, and that was why he was slightly irate. He should have been there every step of the way for her, and it was clear some of his annoyance was at himself for not thinking of that. For not being with her all the way.

As the nurse took him to the room he heard the sobs and had to fight the urge to rush in and comfort her, which he would, but he at least stayed and listened to the whole "the doctor will be in shortly" spiel, which mean another hour probably. But as soon as she was done speaking, he would rush in to the room where Kazumi was staying.

Immediately Patrick would rush beside her and begin undoing the restraints, saying sofly, "I'm so sorry love, I didn't know they'd do this. Ye're okay now. Yer safe and it's going to be fine."

As soon as he finished undoing the restraints he'd look at her lovingly, stroking her hair softly, while his look was a bit apologetic as well. He hadn't been thinking. It was his mistake that this had happened and she had woken up confused and scared...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The nurse would simply look at him when he seemed to get a bit irate about the sedative. She knew that it was not the best thing to give a pregnant woman but under the circumstances, it had been their only real option. The girl was far stronger than they had anticipated. So, she would just nod and finish explaining everything before turning and walking off.

As for Kazumi, she was in and out of it. Not so much due to the medication that they had give her, but more so due to the blood loss, the exhaustion she felt and on top of that the medication....Yet she was aware enough of her surroundings to know that she couldn't move, that she was drugged and that people in white kept walking around her. Not to mention the room was cold....and very, very bright.

So yeah, she was terrified, and yet could not gather up the strength to jerk her hands against the restraints, nor could she really move her legs....the insides of her thighs burning and no real memory of what she had done only proving to add to the confusion. Though when she heard his voice a soft little cry would escape her, trying to move once more, only to be held in place by the restraints. "B..Baby..." Her tone no more than a whisper as those blue eyes would shift to look at him.

Then, as he undid the restraints she would pull her hands up to her chest, trying to roll over onto her side, but unable to do so. "W..What happened?" Her head ached from the blood loss, and she was starving....But other than that and the sharp pains in her thighs and on her arm and hand which were also bandaged....she had no clue as to where she was or what was going on. "I wan...want to go home...."

More tears rolling down the sides of her face as she heard him once again start to speak, her lower lip trembling as she tried to hold her eyes open long enough to focus on him. Even in her current state she could see the apologetic look that he held and that just confused her more. What was going on? Where was she? A look around the room stirring to life memories of a hospital....though...why would she be in a hospital...."Di...Did I do something bad?"

It was the only thing she could think of. Perhaps she had hurt somebody or perhaps she had fallen down or something? It would make sense, though falling down would not explain why she had been strapped to the bed....so she was guessing the former to be the case here....Though honestly, she had no clue...Her eyes fluttering closed as she began to drift out of it again....at least slightly, too scared to fully give into the exhaustion right now...

[Legion]

Patrick frowned when she cried out for him. It was clear at the very least that she was absolutely terrified. And Patrick could see why, the bright lights, the restraints and the drugs. They were all things that had been used to torture and hurt her in the past, so he knew exactly why that would make this ordeal particularly terrifying for her. But as he undid her restraints there was another level of why she was so terrified that seemed to be showing itself. That and the fact that she looked, fairly weak, unable to roll herself over. Her question as to what happened had Patrick frowning as he looked and saw the bandages on her hand and fore arm. So he reminded her gently, "Ye got hurt, remember?"

As she said that she wanted to go home Patrick grasped her hand , the one that wasn't bandaged and and held it gently reassuring her, "We will babe, once the doctor comes by and checks ye out one last time."

Giving her a soft smile a hand came up to brush her tears away as he gave her a soft smile. Doing anything he could to calm her down and reassure her that everything was alright, that she was safe, "Ye're okay Kazumi, ye're safe love."

"No, ye didn't do anything bad Kazumi," Patrick said softly with a smile, fairly sure that she mean in terms of letting her other half out. Which hadn't happened. Kazumi had been trying to prevent that. But it wasn't Feht, which raised the question of who, then? It wasn't something Patrick was going to bring up now because there was another important question looming on the horizon, "Ye don't remember anything of why or how yer here?"

If the answer was yes, why would be an important question to consider, though he didn't want to get ahead of himself yet...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Those blue eyes would focus on him once more as he spoke, brow furrowing slightly as she softly captured her lower lip between her teeth and shook her head. "N..No.." Only then would she lift her hand, looking at the bandages that not only wrapped around her palm but along her forearm as well, noting the tiny hints of blood that seeped through. Focusing on this for a moment, she would struggle to think back to what had happened, to remember how she had ended up in this state....Yet there was absolutely nothing....Just a big blank spot in her memory.

It wasn't something she was unfamiliar with, seeing as how she had a few gaps in her memories still from the whole "memory erasing" thing that the doctor had done on her....But those were all things from her past, not things that had apparently just happened to her. Slowly, she would lower her hand and allow it to fall upon her stomach, resting there for a moment as she continued to try and remember....Another soft whimper given as she failed in doing such, tears continuing to slide down the sides of her face.

As she felt his fingers brushing the tears away, she would sniffle softly and turn her gaze back to him, the trembling only seeming to get worse now as she felt a surge of a new kind of fear spread through her. Fear of blacking out again, fear of not remembering things she did or said....She had hated it before...She hated it now.

Though, when he spoke about the doctor giving her a once over before they could go home, she would finally give the room a better look, noting the medical posters on the wall, the oxygen line, the various medical supplies..."Hospital?" Eyes turning back to him, questioningly....She was trying to catch up, not liking the fact that she was so far behind in the moment. It always made her feel so stupid, even though she knew that she was under the influence of some kind of drug...

Still, she could not help but feel a little bit of relief at his reassuring words. Her eyes closing as she drew in a shaky breath and tried to calm herself down....Her little fingers curling about his hand weakly and simply reminding herself that as long as he was there, she would be okay. A soft nuzzle given to his fingers as they brushed away her tears. It wasn't easy, but eventually she would start to calm down, or at least it seemed that way...The trembling easing up a bit, the tears ceasing and her breathing a little less labored.

To be honest, she was starting to drift off, exhaustion and medication making it all too easy to do that. Though, just as she began to drift off, she would hear him speak up once more, this time asking her if she remembered anything about being here....gaining a little whimper from her as she once more shook her head...No, she did not know how or why she was here, only that it was apparently because she had gotten hurt...."No...I just...I remember going to bed....But kept tossing and turning.....Finally, dozed off...Next thing I know I was waking up strapped to this bed...."

She nodded, allowing her head to lay to one side as she tried to drift off...Though almost as soon as she thought that it was okay to do so, the thought of the child she carried came to mind and those eyes would shoot open, a little gasp given as her hands shot down to her stomach. "The baby?" Panic clear in her tone as she looked at him, that looking almost begging for him to tell her that the baby was okay....She wasn't sure how she had ended up here, but if it was her fault because she had done something stupid during a blackout....and it hard hurt the baby....she didn't think she would ever, ever forgive herself.