Unbreakable - A Beautiful Lie · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

THIRTY-ONE

Max snapped his eyes to me; dark, dangerous eyes. "You left yourself completely at his mercy-"

As had happened before, when we had been having that conversation in my bedroom the other night, his anger seemed to feed into mine. As our feelings grew strong and were tempted to be brought out of control, it was increasingly difficult to separate his feelings from mine.

And right now, I was getting angry because he thought he had the right to be angry with me. When he had been the one that wanted to shut down our connection.

He should be thanking me! Because I had, albeit accidentally, figured out how to turn off the bond. Just like he wanted.

He had no right to be mad at me!

"So shutting off the connection, as you call it," my fatigue was pressed down as the anger tapped into some unknown energy reserve, "-means that Sean was able to gain access to my mind and manipulate me?" I felt his hand tighten around mine and in response, I stubbornly pulled my hand out of his.

I could see in his eyes that his was not too happy about my withdrawal. But, right then, I couldn't give a damn.

I pushed to widen my eyes against the fatigue, struggling to stay conscious as I bit out, my voice weakening with every word, "So why then, are you so eager to break the connection? Do you want to remove my only protection against Sean? So that he can make me into his sex slave?"

Sex slave.

The term, and its implications, made Max pale and he didn't have time to come up with a response before the nurse stepped back into the room.

"How's she doing?" the nurse asked Max, as my eyes lost the battle with my eyelids.

"She has a headache," I heard Max answer, my eyes now closed. "And she's exhausted."

"And you have no idea what she could have taken?" the nurse asked.

Some alien juice? I thought and mentally shuddered. Ugh. Don't go there, Parker.

"No idea," Max replied evenly and grabbed my hand again.

I tugged on it to make him let me go, but he was anticipating it this time and only tightened his grip at my resistance.

"I'm really worried about her condition," the nurse mumbled. "I've called for an ambulance. We need to transport her to the hospital."

No. Not the hospital.

"Okay," Max mumbled.

Max's father would be there.

"Your dad..." I mumbled and forced one eye open to look up at Max.

His face was a blank slate, but his thumb gently brushed over my knuckles, in a warm caress, before he turned towards the nurse. "Which hospital are they taking her to?"

"Um..." I heard the nurse open - what sounded like - plastic wrappers and there was hesitation in her voice as she answered, "I think it was North Fulton."

I blinked my eyes just in time to catch Max looking back at me, a reassuring half-smile on his lips. His reaction told me that Max's father didn't work at that particular hospital.

A faint sense of relief drifted through me as my eyes closed again. Max's eyes were scalding my face. I could feel it even with my eyes closed. So it was no surprise that he would come up with an excuse to get the nurse out of the room again.

"Sorry, but... she was complaining before that she was really thirsty. Could you get her some water?"

There was a pause, the unpacking of material halting.