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on."
"I like it cold."
"Then why do you need another blanket?"
"For protection."
"From what, sweetheart?"
"From him. He may come back."
"Roz, Honey." Chip took her hands in his; they were like ice. "He's gone now, he can't hurt us. David took Jethro away, remember?"
"But he's still there!" Roz screamed. She leapt off the bed and stood facing the door. "I can still feel him inside me."
"He tickles my thoughts. He told me things, such things. I remember him standing there, above me, your blood all over his hands. I thought you were dead, I thought. . . ." She began to sob.
Chip did the only thing he could do and took his lover in his arms. Once she had quieted and fallen asleep, he went downstairs and called David. David and Orlando had become a great help to him in the months following the aftermath. They had stood behind Chip, holding him up, when things with Roz became too much. They had become his support network and he was eternally grateful for them both.
David answered. "Yello?"
"David, its Chip."
"Has something happened?"
"You're quick on the uptake. She just had another episode. I wish she'd tell me what happened to her, David. It's killing me, watching it kill her. Her memories are killing her, David."
"It has to be her choice to talk, Chip. Until then, there's nothing we can do. They are her secrets to keep."
"I'm just worried that her secrets will end up killing her in the end," Chip said. "I just wish that there was more I could do for her."
"There is. Be there for her. Her secrets will come out soon. You have to be ready for them when they do."
There was a loud thump from Roz's bedroom upstairs. "I have to go, David, I'll call you back."
Chip hung up and ran up the stairs, banging into the walls, slammed himself through the bedroom door. Roz was lying on the ground, a bottle of little white pills dotting the ground like snow. Chip started screaming he name as he reached for the phone and dialed 911.
Chapter Twelve
Hospital Visit
Hospitals are for the dying , Chip thought. He was sitting in the Emergency Room waiting room, waiting for some news of Roz. She had downed half or more of the bottle of Valium that he had found beside her. Spittle and blood was sprinkled around her moth. She had bitten her lip when she had fallen. Alicia, Poppy, David and Orlando were seated with him. He had called David first, and he had called Poppy. They had arrived at their place just as the ambulance came to take Roz to the hospital. They all followed behind, a little parade of uncertainty. Roz had almost died, but the nurse had come to tell them that Roz was now stable. She was sedated and in intensive care. They had to pump her stomach twice to get the drugs out of her system before they killed her. Chip felt like he was the one who had died, had felt a part of himself die when he saw Roz on the floor. If he lost her, he would wither inside. If he lost Roz, he would be a shadow of his former self. It was night time and the sky was blackness outside.
"I don't understand," Poppy said.
"What?" Chip asked when he realized she was talking to him.
"I don't understand," Poppy repeated. "Why would she try to kill herself?"
"She didn't do that," Chip said.
"Then what would YOU call it?" David asked. "She downs half a bottle of pills by accident? C'mon, Chip, you may be only 18, but you're not that dumb."
"You still haven't told us what happened," Alicia said.
"I don't know what happened," Chip said.
"You must have some idea," Orlando said. "I mean, she's been acting odd for months, ever since. . . ." The words hung in the air, masked silence.
"Since Valentine's Day," Chip finished.
David leaned forward and put a hand on Chips arm. "Tell us what happened," he said, softly. His voice had a soothing effect on Chip.
"I don't get it. I thought moving out of the apartment where we were when Jethro came would make things better. It's only made things worse. She sits inside her bedroom, not letting
"I like it cold."
"Then why do you need another blanket?"
"For protection."
"From what, sweetheart?"
"From him. He may come back."
"Roz, Honey." Chip took her hands in his; they were like ice. "He's gone now, he can't hurt us. David took Jethro away, remember?"
"But he's still there!" Roz screamed. She leapt off the bed and stood facing the door. "I can still feel him inside me."
"He tickles my thoughts. He told me things, such things. I remember him standing there, above me, your blood all over his hands. I thought you were dead, I thought. . . ." She began to sob.
Chip did the only thing he could do and took his lover in his arms. Once she had quieted and fallen asleep, he went downstairs and called David. David and Orlando had become a great help to him in the months following the aftermath. They had stood behind Chip, holding him up, when things with Roz became too much. They had become his support network and he was eternally grateful for them both.
David answered. "Yello?"
"David, its Chip."
"Has something happened?"
"You're quick on the uptake. She just had another episode. I wish she'd tell me what happened to her, David. It's killing me, watching it kill her. Her memories are killing her, David."
"It has to be her choice to talk, Chip. Until then, there's nothing we can do. They are her secrets to keep."
"I'm just worried that her secrets will end up killing her in the end," Chip said. "I just wish that there was more I could do for her."
"There is. Be there for her. Her secrets will come out soon. You have to be ready for them when they do."
There was a loud thump from Roz's bedroom upstairs. "I have to go, David, I'll call you back."
Chip hung up and ran up the stairs, banging into the walls, slammed himself through the bedroom door. Roz was lying on the ground, a bottle of little white pills dotting the ground like snow. Chip started screaming he name as he reached for the phone and dialed 911.
Chapter Twelve
Hospital Visit
Hospitals are for the dying , Chip thought. He was sitting in the Emergency Room waiting room, waiting for some news of Roz. She had downed half or more of the bottle of Valium that he had found beside her. Spittle and blood was sprinkled around her moth. She had bitten her lip when she had fallen. Alicia, Poppy, David and Orlando were seated with him. He had called David first, and he had called Poppy. They had arrived at their place just as the ambulance came to take Roz to the hospital. They all followed behind, a little parade of uncertainty. Roz had almost died, but the nurse had come to tell them that Roz was now stable. She was sedated and in intensive care. They had to pump her stomach twice to get the drugs out of her system before they killed her. Chip felt like he was the one who had died, had felt a part of himself die when he saw Roz on the floor. If he lost her, he would wither inside. If he lost Roz, he would be a shadow of his former self. It was night time and the sky was blackness outside.
"I don't understand," Poppy said.
"What?" Chip asked when he realized she was talking to him.
"I don't understand," Poppy repeated. "Why would she try to kill herself?"
"She didn't do that," Chip said.
"Then what would YOU call it?" David asked. "She downs half a bottle of pills by accident? C'mon, Chip, you may be only 18, but you're not that dumb."
"You still haven't told us what happened," Alicia said.
"I don't know what happened," Chip said.
"You must have some idea," Orlando said. "I mean, she's been acting odd for months, ever since. . . ." The words hung in the air, masked silence.
"Since Valentine's Day," Chip finished.
David leaned forward and put a hand on Chips arm. "Tell us what happened," he said, softly. His voice had a soothing effect on Chip.
"I don't get it. I thought moving out of the apartment where we were when Jethro came would make things better. It's only made things worse. She sits inside her bedroom, not letting
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