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Chapter Eight

Faith in Delusions

"What kind of place are you running here? You are supposed to be the best hospital for her condition. How did she even get a razor blade to begin with? Are you just handing them out with breakfast?" My mother screeched. I could only assume she was yelling at Doctor Heston and some small part of me was secretly pleased at that.

I stayed silent as to not attract attention to the fact that I was awake. I could feel the bandages wrapped from my wrist up to my elbows and they burned as if reminding me of my failure. My body felt weak and I could tell that I was hooked up to a few machines.

"I assure you that we do not hand them out. I don't know where she would have gotten a hold of one. They are locked up at all times." Doctor Heston tried to reassure her.

"Well obviously not since she got one. She's just a girl not some... some secret agent or something." My mother told him. In any other situation I would have burst out laughing. I was a secret agent whether anyone wanted to believe me or not. "I should have known something was wrong. She was actually behaving. No mean comments, no talking of her delusions, or her usual ignoring my existence. I just thought she was getting better again but now she's even worse than before. I mean the bruises were one thing but now cutting. Bruises fade... cutting leaves permanent scars!"

And with her lovely show of love I couldn't stay quite any longer.

"Thanks for your concern over the state of my flesh. I can feel the love from all the way over here." I spoke up. My throat was raw and dry making voice come out barely above a whisper but both my mother and Doctor Heston's heads both turned to me quickly.

My mother had her usual look of annoyance mixed with concern on her face while Doctor Heston just stared at me with the usual science project look that all doctors seemed to do.

"Oh, my baby, how are you feeling?" My mother asked as she rushed to my side.

I rolled my eyes at her hysterics.

"Well, apparently not to good... I'm still here." I told her honestly. I was not in the mood for her. I may still be alive but it didn't change my outlook on my life. I didn't regret what I did. If anything, it just made me want to do it again.

"Honey, don't say things like that. What were you thinking?" She scolded me as she fiddled with my hair. I shook her hands away from my face in annoyance. I didn't need to be coddled like a child. She missed her chance for that eleven years ago when I needed her the most.

"Well, I was thinking I wouldn't have to explain anything." I told her. I received a glare from her in return. She waited for me to say more. Maybe an apology or some tears but I wasn't about to give her either one of those. I just stared back at her in silent defiance until she moved back over to the doctor.

"Doctor Heston, this better not happen again. First your people let her fall down the stairs and now... and now this!" She waved a hand dramatically in my direction. "I thought she was being watched and taken care of! She could have died!" I almost wanted to point out that dying was kind of the outcome I was hoping for but thought better of it and stayed silent.

I'll give Doctor Heston some credit. He didn't even flinch under the screeching of my mother. He kept his calm demeanor and the only movement he made was a slight raise of his left eyebrow.

They went back and forth for another twenty minutes and I was tired of hearing my mother's dramatics. I wasn't sure how I did it but I finally was able to drown out their noise and fell into a sadly dreamless sleep.

I woke with a start and all was quiet in the room except for the machines behind me beeping. I laid staring at the familiar white ceiling. It was apparently just after dinner. Glancing over to my right I saw my dinner resting on the rolling table. I had bigger problems then food at the moment. I knew now that the amount of time between watching me would be shortened dramatically. Whatever I planned to do I knew it had to be quick and effective.

I thought back on to my close death experience. I remember vaguely the voice that whispered so desperately for me. I wasn't sure but it sounded so much like Abraham. It had been much to long since I heard his voice that I almost couldn't recall it. I didn't know if it was just my mind playing tricks on me and I no longer cared. I was still determined to carry my plan through. I didn't belong here nor did I want to be here.

I didn't speak to anyone the rest of the day. I stayed locked inside my own head even as the nurses came in and out of my room and during my mother's whole visit I stared up at the ceiling in silence. She stayed longer than usual and hesitated in my door way for a long time but she finally turned on her heel and left. I could hear the heels of her shoes echo all the way down the hallway until she got to the elevator. Finally, I was alone.

"Abraham?" I questioned quietly into the darkness of my room. It was late at night I felt no need to sleep. "Abraham, can you hear me? Are you there...? Please just say something!" I pleaded into the darkness. I strained my ears for any noise but all was silent.

Tears fell down my face as I thought of home. I missed Professor Broom's office with the large library and best of all Abraham's tank. I missed turning the pages of his books for him and watching television and eating candy with Hellboy. I missed hearing of their missions and dreaming of when I could finally join them. But it seemed like none of that was going to happen. This hospital was my reality. I would never get to tell Abraham how I feel about him or to watch as he finds the love of his life.

Days passed by in a blur. I no longer cared about anything. I didn't add any new drawings to the already over-flowing binder, nor did I touch any of the trays of food that was brought to me. I refused to speak to anyone; including Doctor Heston and my mother.

Four days after waking up with scarred arms I found myself once again in the small bathroom in my room. I stared at the girl in the mirror with resentment. My eyes were blood shot and dark purple bruises were under my eyes. My face was pale and overly thin just like the rest of me. I had peeled off my bandages and ran my fingers over the fresh scars on my arms. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand the girl in the mirror. Without a second thought I pulled the small mirror off the wall and threw it onto the ground. I could already hear the rush of footsteps coming from the nurses' station to my room. Glancing down at the mess that I had made I found a larger piece of glass. I stared it only for a second then saying a quick prayer I sliced my very own throat.

Pain shot through my whole body as blood flowed out from the cut down my neck like a small river. Just as my legs gave in and I fell to the floor the door to my room opened with a bang and the bathroom door followed soon after. I could hear the panic voices around me but I could barely make out what they were saying to me. My vision grew darker and darker by the second as my blood ran from down my throat and into a puddle on the floor... and then finally there was nothing but darkness and silence.

My body hurt like it has never hurt before and my eyes felt like they were super glued together. I could hear beeping of machines around me and it made me feel sick. It couldn't be. They couldn't have saved me in time.

"Any changes?" A soft voice questioned from just outside my room.

"Her heart beat speed up and is beating normally now. It's been like that for the past six hours so that is something." Another voice answered and somewhere in my subconscious the voice sounded oddly familiar.

"Maybe there is still hope for her. I know how much she means to you whether you admit or not. She's been like a daughter to me. I've watched her grow inside these walls from a tiny scared little girl into this brave young woman that I could have never dreamed her to be." The first voice spoke up again. "She's tougher than we give her credit for. Have faith, Abe."

And then like switching on a machine my brain registered the name that was softly spoken and my heart started beating madly inside my chest. The machines around me began beeping frantically and I could hear the rushing of footsteps.

"Abigail... Abigail, c-can you hear me?" The beautiful soft-spoken voice of Abraham asked me. "Please Abby, you have to wake up!"

"Abraham?" I questioned. My throat felt like it was full of cotton balls and my voice was not even a whisper but as soon as I spoke, I felt the very familiar touch of webbed hands on my forehead.

"Abigail, you're awake!" Abraham voice reached my ears again. I couldn't believe it. He was here. I could feel his touch upon my skin.

"I can't open my eyes." I told him.

"Oh, just a moment. I can help with that." He told me and I felt him move away from for a minute only to return and start gently rubbing around my eyes with a moistened cloth. "Now see if that's any better." He instructed me. It took a little effort but I was finally able to open my eyes. My vision was fuzzy at first but after a few minutes I could finally see that Abraham stood beside my bed with his large oval eyes focused solely on my face. One of his webbed hands rested on top of one of my hands as the other held the cloth he had used on my eyes. I had never been so happy to see him in my life but I was also extremely confused.

"I'm alive?" I questioned as I glanced away from him and surveyed the room around me. I was in the medical wing at The Bureau and from what I could tell it was the same room I had woken up in and had screamed at Abraham what felt like ages ago.

"Yes, Abigail, you're alive." Professor Broom spoke up from his place just in front of the doorway. He had a large smile on his face but his eyes were watching me with intense curiosity.

"But how?" I questioned.

"Abigail, what do you remember?" Abraham asked me as his hand that rested on one of mine started to move in smoothing circles upon my skin. I stayed silent as I continued to stare at his face. I couldn't believe I was here. Towards the end I was so sure that I was just going to die. That nothing waited for me except for Heaven or Hell and a small part of me wondered if that was what had actually happened. I couldn't think of a better Heaven than being with Abraham and my family.

"It was my Birthday..." I whispered as I started to go back to what I remember from before my world was turned upside. "I was out with Hellboy..." I drifted off as my mind grew fuzzy on the details. Everything after that was confusing. How I was even alive confused me. I remember the pain of that creature biting into me but as I vaguely remember doing once before when I woke up here one of my hands reached to feel around my neck but there was nothing.

Abraham's other hand came to cover mine that was on my neck as he stared at me in curiosity.

"Your Birthday was two months ago." Abraham told me gently. "You've been in a coma of sorts since going out with Hellboy."

"A coma?" I asked confused. "But no... I got bitten... I died." I tried to explain to him.

"You were never bitten Abigail." Professor Broom spoke up as he stepped further into the room and standing next to my bed just behind Abraham. "The creature you two went after has a special kind of venom that it injects into it prey. It's induced through its saliva. Not only does it immobilize the victim but it also has hallucination capabilities. Usually the victim doesn't survive past the first few minutes but Hellboy got to you and it before it could do anything else to you." He explained to me.

"After we brought you here you woke up a few times but you were hysterical and delirious. We had hoped that the venom would be temporary but you kept getting worse. We've been trying to find a cure for weeks now. I- We were so worried that we weren't going to be able to save you." Abraham told me.

I gave them both a weak smile as my mind tried to process what they were telling me. Everything that had happened was a delusion. The mental hospital, my mother, and my own suicide they were telling me none of that really happened. That it was all in my head. It had felt so real though that my mind just couldn't accept that.

I could feel their stares as I remained quiet. I could see the worry in both of their faces so I tried my best to make my smile seem less forced.

"I'm sure you're still feeling a little out of sorts. We shouldn't be bothering you so much." Professor Broom said. "I'll let you have some space but I'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay," I told him and with a reassuring squeeze to my knee he left Abraham and I alone.

"I shouldn't be bothering you either. You need some proper rest." Abraham spoke.

"NO!" I shouted as I jolted up in my bed and my hand gripped his more firmly. Sleep was the last thing I wanted. I was afraid this would all fade away.

It took a moment for him to respond as he stared at me with worry. "Abby I won't leave you if you don't want me to. I promise."

"I don't want to be alone." I confided in him. I tugged on him making him come closer to me until I could wrap both of my arms around his neck to hug him. I breathed in the scent of salt water as I rested my head on his shoulder. It didn't take him long before he wrapped me up is his own arms with his head resting on top of mine.

"You've been through a lot Abby. No one expects you to be one hundred percent." Abraham told me as he continued to hold me.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed in the same position but I knew I could have stayed there forever just holding him. I knew in my heart that this was where I was meant to be. This world was where I belonged but my head couldn't forget what I had went through the past few weeks. I couldn't forget about everything that happened in that hospital.

"Abby, you'll be fine. I know you will be. You're the strongest person I know." He told me as his webbed hands traveled through my tangled up my hair. "If you ever need to talk about what happened you know that I am here. I will always be here for you."

"I know you will be Abraham." I told him as my eyes started watering before tears started falling from them. He tightened the hug when he felt my tears land on his skin. In Abrahams arms I knew I was safe and I was home. When I finally ran out of tears my body felt drained but I refused to move away from Abraham. Thankfully, he seemed content to hold me for as long as I wanted him to.

"You need to get some actual rest." Abraham whispered into my ear. I shook my head no. I was to afraid to sleep. "I won't leave you. I'll stay with you." He promised.

"You will?" I asked.

"Of course."

I untangled myself from him a laid back down in the hospital bed and when Abraham continued to set on the edge of the bed, I tugged on one of his arms to get his attention.

"I want you to hold me… please." I begged him.

I drifted away into a peaceful sleep with Abraham's body behind me and his arms holding me snug against his chest. I right where I wanted to be.

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