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Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving	By : ElliotMacy Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And Then There Was Conflict
Ajay pulled her arm away from her face and stood up from her bed to face Octavio, “Okay Silva, we yuh wanna talk? Then let's talk. First let’s talk about how ya blew me up in da arena. I bet that was real fun for yuh. Did yuh have that planned out or was it a classic last minute Silva idea?” She stopped momentarily to gather her thoughts and to try to calm herself down.
“That’s one hell of a way ta say hello by blowin up yuh ex-best friend.” She paused again because she was getting upset. This is what she didn’t want to happened. She didn’t want to blow up in his face and let everything out and then become a mess afterwards. She truly thought that she had moved passed all of this stupid shit.
“Or would yuh like ta talk about how yuh almost died and guilt tripped mi inta makin yuh some legs. Then yuh left and played it off like it be nothin.” She was clenching her fists like she was going to punch him. “I flew out ta Harmony ta be with yuh. I almost lost my job with da Frontier Corps because of yuh fuckin stunt. But I didn once complain about a fuckin thing. I did what yuh asked.” A look of disappointment washed over her. She didn’t know if she was more disappointed with herself or with him.
“Che. I don’t want to point fingers…” Ajay interrupted him, “Then don put fingers!” Octavio continued to speak even though he know that he risked getting punched by her, “But you’re the one who blocked my number.” Ajay turned her back to him before she knocked his lights out, “Dis boy!” She almost stomped her foot like a child but she caught herself and stopped herself before she did.
She took a deep breath and decided that this argument wasn’t worth her time. She decided that Octavio Silva wasn’t worth her time and her tears again. She just couldn't go through all of this shit again. This time she was going to be the one that walked away from him; not the other way around. So that’s what she did; she began to walk away before she said something that she would regret forever.
Octavio grabbed Ajay by her wrist because he couldn’t let her get away this time. She stopped in place but she didn’t turn around because if she did she might whack him upside the head for grabbing her. “No. Not this time Che. We’re not walking away from this conversation. I need you to hear what I have to say.”
He held her wrist tightly so that she couldn’t leave. Ajay remained silent because she knew that if she started talking that nothing nice would come out of her mouth. She simply stood there with her back to him. When she wouldn't turn around he decided that talking to her back was better than not talking to her at all.
“I’m sorry Che. You’re right. The way things went down back in the day... That was my fault. I threw the grenade to boost myself across the finish line to beat The Gauntlet Record. I knew what I was doing. That was my fault. I blew off my own legs in the process. That was my fault. I didn’t want to wait for them to heal. That was my fault."
He clutched her wristed tighter as pain seeped into his words, "I knew that you could make me better legs. I knew that you would make me better legs if asked but I knew that you wouldn't do it if you knew what the doctors had said. I couldn’t just sit around in rehab and wait to get better. I didn’t have time for all of that shit. The day I left I had a meeting with Apex and I couldn’t miss it.”
He realized that he had been holding her wrist too tight so he let go of her. He watched as her arm fell down to her side, “I just wanted to do more with my life. To be more. I couldn't do that on Psamathe, you have to know that. I couldn’t live that boring ass life like my padre. I couldn’t go back to that life."
Octavio took a deep breath and prepared himself for what he said next, "I would have killed myself and that’s no joke. I was ready to die Che..." He quickly shifted the topic, "Beating The Gauntlet Record was one of my best achievements and it got me a hell of a lot coverage. Apex noticed even me. They wanted me.”
He paused and tried to give her a moment to process everything that he had just told her but he also didn’t want her to leave so he continued before she could say or do anything, “I had to get to that meeting. Apex agreed to give me a contract but they wanted me to get some damn self-control first. So I had to disappear for a while and get my shit together."
He stared down at the floor, "I couldn’t contact you because you ended communication with me. Even then, Apex had strict tabs on me at the time. The way I spoke with you in that text message was me being an asshole so that you wouldn’t come looking for me. I wanted you to live your own life without worrying about me. All I ever did was drag you down.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I did what they wanted me to and I got my shit together and while I am doing that I heard about a badass combat medic that joined the games, Lifeline. I thought, wouldn’t it be funny if it was you but there’s no way that Che would join. And I was wrong, it was you. I couldn’t fucking believe it when I saw you on TV. I thought I had died or I was dreaming. I followed your whole career with Apex. It made me train harder to get here.”
He dropped his hands to his sides because he was starting to feel defeated, “I never stopped looking for you. I never stopped thinking about you or what I did to hurt you. I’m sorry Che. I really am. You drive me so fucking crazy. I mean crazy enough that I went to a party with people that I didn't even know so that I could secretly get your address. I get that you have a life now Che and if I am too much for your life then just tell me to leave and I will. I just needed you to know everything. I had to tell you.”
The room was silent for a long time until Octavio broke the awkward silence. “Che?” He said her name softly. “Please say something. Please say anything.” Octavio could handle any side of Ajay. The only side of Ajay that he couldn’t handle was the silent side. Ajay turned around and pushed tears from her wet face. He didn’t know how long she had been crying but her eyes were red and swollen.
“Silva. Yuh don even understand. I cut off communication because I just couldn’t keep carin anymore, it was killin mi. I sat up every night, worryin if yuh were dead. Yuh were everything ta mi and yuh just threw mi away; yuh threw us away like it was nothing ta yuh. I finally just wrote yuh off as dead so I didn have ta worry about yuh anymore. I thought if I could convince myself that yuh be gone then maybe I could get some peace.”
She had to stop for a moment so that every word she said didn’t come out as a childish sob, “But da worry never went away. I have nightmares every fuckin night Silva. I don sleep. I don eat. I train, battle, rinse, and repeat. I constantly replay mi goin ta see yuh in that damn hospital and yuh legs blown ta pieces. Yet there yuh are, smilin and jokin wit mi. I thought yuh were going ta die."
She pushed more tears away and threw her hands up but quickly dropped them, "Then, after everyting I did for yuh, I find out yuh lied to me. Yuh were on some train ta who da fuck knows where actin a fool through text and not returnin mi phone calls.” Tears poured from her eyes as she stopped trying to hold them back.
“Yuh fuckin lied to yuh best friend or whatevea we were. Whateva fucked up relationship we had with each otha at da time. I haven’t cried that hard since that day. Then yuh come waltzing into da arena and yuh take mi out. Yuh take mi out with da one thing that ya used to start dis whole cascade of shitty fuckin events between us. A fuckin grenade Silva. What am I suppose ta think? How da fuck am I supposed ta feel? Fuck, I don even know if I slept wit yuh last night because I was so fucked up.”
Octavio quickly closed the gap between them, “No Che. I couldn’t take you out. I didn’t have it in me. I was so stunned when I saw you that I did the only that I could think of; I took both of us out. I couldn’t bear to put a bullet into your beautiful body. But I also couldn’t stand there and lose my contract. That’s why I pulled the comms devices and destroyed them. That’s why I set off the grenade and stayed with you. There was less questions that way.” He brought his hands up to her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
He held her cheeks in his hands as he looked into her eyes, “I have come this fucking far to find you. I can’t lose you again Che.” Ajay looked into Octavio’s beautiful emerald eyes. It was the first time in a long time that she had seen such concern in them. Out of nowhere she began to laugh. The look of concern fell from his face. He gave her a look of confusion as she spoke. “Yuh so stupid Silva. Get yuh shit togetha. I’m not goin nowhere.”
He laughed with her and almost ran a lap around her bedroom, “You got me good Che!” He wiped some more tears from her face before dropping his hands to his sides, “Che? Are we even now? I mean because of last night, me saving your life and all.” He knew he was pushing his luck but at least he would try. Ajay sat down on the floor and pulled her knees to her chest. She rested her chin on her knees. “I… I don even rememba what happened last night. The last ting I rememba was lettin yuh into mi apartment.”
Octavio plopped down in front of her, sitting with his legs crossed, “Unfortunately for me we did not sleep together.” He could see that she was not amused by his statement, “Well when I woke up this morning. I wanted to talk to you but I thought that you were still ignoring me. Your door was open so I walked in to harass you but you wouldn’t wake up. There were empty bottles of booze and pills everywhere. I thought you were dead, Che…” He was now the one that had to pause before he started to cry. The thought of almost losing her again did not settle well with him.
“Your pulse was weak when I was able to find it. I got you into the cold shower but you still wouldn’t wake up.” He looked away from her for a moment and then he looked back at her. His face was less playful, “I had to stim you. I’m sorry. I held you until it wore off. I didn’t know you were nursing battle wounds. The stim just made it worse. I had to pull your stitches and stitch you back up.” He sighed, “There was so much blood. I couldn’t just leave you. I stayed with you and watched you to make sure that you were okay.”
Ajay watched the concern and worry settle back into his face. In all of their years of being friends there were only a few times, that she could recall, that he displayed such emotion. She dropped her knees from her chest and reached for him. She took his hands into her own, “Silva, it’s okay.” She gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. She really didn’t know how to react when he was like this, “Yuh didn know.” She released his hands. “I have been dealin wit dis since Mikhail came into da arena.”
She could feel the pain settling into her body, “There be someting wrong wit his tactical or da arena. I don know.” She placed her hand over her left side where Mikhail had wounded her, “I tried ta stitch myself up da best I could but yuh see how that went. I just couldn’t get da right angle ta stitch it up properly.” She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
She looked down at the floor as she spoke, “Elliot has been helpin mi but we have been in match after match. I keep forcing mi body ta go further but I just can’t seem ta keep up.” Octavio grew a bit tense when heard Elliot’s name mentioned and then he realized where he had seen her panties before. “At Elliot’s fucking apartment.”
Octavio wanted to beat the shit out Elliot but then he realized it wasn’t really Elliot’s fault; it wasn’t even Ajay’s fault, “I haven’t been here. I am not going come here and make demands and beat up her boyfriend.” He watched Ajay who continued to stare at the floor. “Thank yuh for patchin mi up Silva.”
Octavio punched her shoulder playfully, “No problemo!” He laughed as Ajay almost fell backwards but she continued to look downward, “Che. I’m not one to talk but what’s with the pills and booze?” Ajay looked at him, “Just havin a good time.” She started to get a little defensive as she spoke to him, “I have had more than that before.” It was true; she had consumed more alcohol and drugs before. He laughed uncomfortably at her as she spoke, “Besides, if it weren’t for dis wound I be fine.” The same uncomfortable tone bled into his laughter.
He knew what she meant about having a good time; it was code for getting wasted because she was in a fucked up situation. They used to do it all the time when they were younger. Their parents weren’t always around and they didn’t seem to give a shit about them until they needed them at some stupid event to justify a family picture. Their parents would drag them to unnecessary events to show them off. Their parents would even make them participate in all sorts of unwholesome transactions that Octavio didn’t even want to think about the moment.
Octavio forced a smile as he watched her. Whatever she was going through he was here now. Whatever alcohol and drugs that she wanted to take, he would be here to join or at least watch her and to make sure that she didn’t take too much. Whatever she needed from him, he was here. So for now, he would just play her game and put her in check when it got too dangerous, just like she did for him most of her life. “Whatever you say Che. You know your limits.”
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