Poisoned Isolation

Poisoned Isolation

Sunlight was filtering through the window and onto a sleeping gunman. Vincent slowly opened his eyes and stretched. He grimaced as his body complained about sleeping on the wooden floor and sat up. Gently slipping his hand out of the pilot’s, amazed the man still had a grip on him he stood. Cid was still sleeping and Vincent was pleased to see that his coloring was better. He didn’t look as pale. Making his way into the bathroom Vincent looked in the mirror. Crimson eyes stared back at him. He frowned, he looked tired. Smiling to him self he thought for a man that had slept for 30 years that was just ridiculous. Vincent was dragged from his thoughts suddenly, hearing Cid talking in the bedroom. Quickly rushing in afraid that the pilot was sick he was instead surprised to see the man sitting up and looking frightened.
“Cid?” Cid raised his head looking confused.
“Who are you? Where am I?” Vincent’s heart tore into, remembering the things Cid had said.
“I’m Vincent and this is my house.” The blonde stared at the gunman.
“Vincent.” He said slowly and then dawning flashed over him.
“Vince… What happened? Am I sick again?” Vincent kneeled next to bed somewhat relieved that Cid now recognized him and took his hand.
“Yes Cid. Your sick again but I am here. So just lie back down.” Cid nodded and scooted back down into the bed. Someone knocked on the door and Vincent turned to face Shera.
“Vincent, Cloud just called and said he wanted to see you about something. He wants you to meet him at his house.” She looked to Cid.
“Oh you’re awake. How are you feeling?” Vincent felt the pilot tighten his grip on his hand.
“I’ll stay with him until you get back.” She smiled. Vincent went to stand but Cid had a Vice grip on his hand. He turned to the pilot.
“Cid. You have to let go of me.” Cid’s eyes seemed to be pleading with Vincent.
“Cid I’ll come back as quick as I can.” Vincent was concerned about the man and really didn’t want to leave Shera with him but had no choice. Cloud wanted him. He stood and made his way out of the room closing the door gently, Shera smiling at him the whole time.

As the door shut she turned to Cid who was fully awake and alert now. Her smile faded and was replaced with a look of hatred. She walked and sat down beside him.
“I knew they would come for you soon. It’s a pity you didn’t have more time alone. I wanted you to rot alone in that house.” She raised her hand and slapped the pilot, his cheek turning red. Cid knew he was in trouble, he was in no condition to defend himself. Shera knew how to fight though, most people didn’t. He had taught her a lot himself. Shera grabbed his arm and jerked him from the bed and onto the floor. Cid tried to push up but his arms wouldn’t lift him so he rolled onto his back to face her.
“Shera this is stupid. Vincent knows something is going on. I’ll tell him.” Shera stomped Cid in the chest.
“Now why would you do that? Then I would have to kill him too. Your time is almost up my pilot.” She smiled as she jerked him up and brought her knee to his ribs. He felt the sickening crack and pain burst through his body.
“Awwwww. Did we break something Cid?” she chided as she dropped him. The pilot hit the floor hard causing more pain but he reached out and grabbed the woman’s leg overbalancing her. As she fell Cid slide across the floor to the bedside table and pulled the lamp off. Shera almost standing again when Cid turned to face her. The pilot launched the lamp at her. She caught it expertly and threw it back toward the pilot. Cid turned his head to keep it from shattering on his face. As it hit the back of his head white lights exploded.
“Enough. I’m tired of beating up a helpless man. I had rather you suffer with your sickness. Get up!.” She yelled but there was no way Cid could. Shera stood looking at the injured pilot.
“Maybe I should leave you there so that foolish gunman can find you. I think I will. “ She went to the door and opened it.
“Now remember Cid if you say anything to him. He will suffer and die. You wouldn’t want that would you dear?” Cid was shaking on the floor. He was feeling sick again and his body ached. Raising a hand to the back of his head he heard the door shut. His head was stinging and when he brought his hand away he found blood. A wave of nausea over took him and he scrambled to the bathroom only making it I time. He was breathing heavily now, his ribs throbbing. He decided to remain in the bathroom floor having no strength to crawl back to the bedroom. Vincent would come home soon and he would wait. Slowly he closed his eyes drifting into sleep.

Shera was in the kitchen when she decided that she would have to clean the pilot up or Vincent would become angry. She made her way into the room finding the pilot on the bathroom floor. Pulling a washcloth out she turned on some warm water. Turning it back off she kneeled down and lifted Cid’s head to wipe off the dried blood. After she finished she pulled the pilot into the bedroom. Haphazardly she pulled him into the bed and threw the blanket over him. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small vial. Placing it at the sleeping man’s lips she tipped it up liquid trickling down his throat. He coughed once in his sleep. Shera stood and smiled down at the pilot and left.

Three frustrated hours later Vincent returned home. Inside Shera popped her head around the wall into the kitchen.
“Oh your home. Dinner will be ready soon. I hope that Cid will be able to eat. I made something gentle just for him.” She smiled. Vincent only nodded still agitated. Making his way straight to his room where the pilot was Vincent could feel that something wasn’t right. As he entered he looked around not seeing anything out of place… wait. What happened to the lamp he asked himself. Looking a little lower he found the shattered lamp. He made his way to the sleeping blonde. Cid did not look well at all. He breathing was quick and shallow. Vincent noticed that he was paler than before. Curse Cloud for calling him over for something stupid. Vincent went to the bathroom to get the broom. He swept up the broken glass thankful for the wooden floors. Cid stirred in his sleep Vincent watching as he woke. The blonde stared at the gunman.
“How long have I been asleep?” Vincent shook his head.
“I do not know but I can go get Shera if you want. She should know.”
“No!” he said quickly, surprising the gunman.
“Alright but it is time to eat. Do you think you can?” The pilot’s stomach churned and he shook his head no.
“ Well then I’ll go tell her to put it up for you.” Cid’s hand shot out and latched onto Vincent’s wrist as he turned to leave. The gunman turned back to find the pilot shaking.
“Cid?” the blonde pulled him closer making the tall man bend down.
“Don’t leave me ever again.” Vincent placed his hand lightly on Cid’s chest making the pilot wince.
“Cid is something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Quickly removing his hand Cid groaned in pain. Vincent decided to take a look. Cid was scared now that Vincent was curious. Even more so when the man went to lift up the pajama’s. Raising his hands trying to bat Vincent’s hands away he began.
“I’m fine Vin. My stomach is tender from being sick.” It seemed Vincent didn’t buy it by his expression.
“Cid just let me take a look.” The unable to continue to fight it submitted. At first Vincent didn’t know what to think, then it turned to anger.
“What happened?” he asked as he went to the drawer to get some wraps. Cid looked away nervous.
“I got sick and when I tried to get up I fell. That’s all Vince. I’m fine.” Vincent did not believe him. The pilot would not have been able to get out of bed. He was lying but why?
“Sit up for me.” Vincent helped the man sit and noticed the pilot looking dazed.
“What is it?” Now he was really worried. Cid waved a hand at him.
“Nothing. I was just dizzy for a moment.” Vincent reached up and kissed the pilot on the forehead. Cid was upset he could tell.
“It’s alright.” He soothed. Moving away from the man was when Vincent saw the blood on the pillow. He sighed and put his hand on the back of Cid’s head.
“I knew it. I knew something was going on. She did this didn’t she.” Cid eyes widened and he looked away shaking is head.
“No she didn’t. I told you I fell. Why would Shera do a thing like that?” Vincent stood at this.
“I didn’t say anything about it being Shera.” Cid was caught.
“Why are you protecting her?” When Vincent realized he wasn’t going to talk he turned away furious.
“Cid! She is going to kill you if you let her.”
“I know. I am too weak to fight her.” It was just barely higher than a whisper. Vincent turned back to him and sat down on the bed facing the pilot.
“Who said anything about you fighting her? I will not let anyone take away the one I love again.” Cid slowly looked up at Vincent and got the surprise of his life. Tears were streaming down the gunman’s face.
“Vincent…” Vincent shook his head stopping Cid in his tracks. He began to wrap the wound in silence and when he was finished he hugged the pilot gently. He leaned in to whisper in Cid’s ear.
“To protect you I will become the assassination Turk I used to be. I will kill her. No longer do you have to suffer my pilot. You are not alone anymore. I am all that you need. I will not watch you deteriorate anymore. You are my sky, my world.” Vincent kissed Cid gently on the lips. Cid almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Vincent helped him lay back down.
“Don’t do it now. I don’t want you to leave.” Vincent nodded.
“I’m going to wait until your better. Don’t worry. I am bound to you.” Cid smiled and closed his eyes still not feeling well. He wanted so much at that point to be healthy so he could show the gunman how he really felt. Remembering what Shera had said he began to get upset. Feeling sick he sat back up Vincent right there beside him.
“Vin…I’m gonna…urk.” The gunman was quick with the trash can. Patting Cid on the back to comfort him he pulled the trash can away. Vincent tied the trash and went to take it to the bathroom. Noticing the red tinge the sick had he decided to look at it. There was a lot of blood in it. He dropped it in the bathtub. Something had to be done and done fast. Vincent’s eye narrowed and he clenched his fists together. Shera was going to pay dearly for this.