Rose, chapter 4
Mike's eyes shot open and were blinded by a bright light. He screamed.
"MIKE." Someone shouted. He turned to look and noticed he was in a hospital, and the one to scream his name was none other than Rose.
"But you killed me!" Mike shouted, his voice high.
"Mike, I think you had a bad dream." She said and removed herself from her chair to sit closer to Mike. She touched his arm. "I think you just had bad dream."
"But, but. You killed Billie ... and last night you were going to kill Tre too--"
"Mike. Shh. It was all a dream." She comforted, stroking his hair.
A doctor walked in, staring down at a clipboard. He stopped at the foot of Mike's bed and looked up. "Mike, I think we'll have to keep you here overnight tonight."
"But--" Mike went to protest but was interrupted by Rose.
"I think that's a good idea. Mike, you hit your head really hard last night, scared the shit out of me." Mike sensed the twinkle of evil in her eyes, he knew what she was up to.
"Only if you stay here with me babe." Mike said and grabbed her hand. Rose's face fell. She looked up at the doctor and smiled.
"Do you think that would be alright?" She asked the doctor. When the bassist found out she wasn't objecting, he got a little angered.
"Well... ." He scratched his head. "Visiting hours end at 8.... but considering Mike's condition, I'll let you stay."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Rose said and smiled at Mike.
The doctor smiled and led himself out of the room for Mike and Rose to be alone.
"Why did you do that?" Mike asked.
"Do what?"
"You know damn well, why did you agree to stay?
"I didn't want to leave my Mikey all alone. He needs to be looked after."
"It wasn't a dream, was it? You killing Billie and Tre. You killed them you bitch."
"Partly true. Tre is still alive--"
"But Billie's dead right, how do you explain that. You know what, I'm sick of you. One little push of this button, and a testimony and your done, your in jail, bam, right where you belong with that other scum."
Rose moved her face just a few inches from Mike's and stared into his eyes, then moved her gaze down to his lips. "Tell them Mike, do it. I dare ya." Rose said, in the most seductive tone he'd ever heard in his life.
Oh how she made him want him. His breath hitched and he let his eyes wander down to her lips, and down farther to her neck, his gaze was following her body.
She grabbed under his chin, startling him. "Never get too close Mike." She let go and slip off the bed. She walked to the door and walked out.
Mike, left in a daze, felt a sensation growing in his nightgown in the downstairs region. His hand jumped quickly to cover it.
He Closed his eyes. 'Think of something disgusting Mike.' Thoughts of Rose flooded his mind. 'Stop that Mike. She's probably gunna be back soon. Think of something disgusting! Damn.' Mike's thoughts were interrupted by an elderly woman throwing her guts up.
"That did the trick." Mike said to himself.
Just then, Rose walked in, carrying random bags of chips and candy in her arms. She sat down and pulled open a bag of Cheetos.
"I love these things." She said though a mouthful of the orange chips. "Want some?" She asked Mike, handing the bad over to him.
He shook his head no, but then reached for a bag of Lays. "But I'll have some of these."
"Oh, good, I don't like those." Rose said digging through her bag of Cheetos, which put a smile on Mike's face.
"MIKE." Someone shouted. He turned to look and noticed he was in a hospital, and the one to scream his name was none other than Rose.
"But you killed me!" Mike shouted, his voice high.
"Mike, I think you had a bad dream." She said and removed herself from her chair to sit closer to Mike. She touched his arm. "I think you just had bad dream."
"But, but. You killed Billie ... and last night you were going to kill Tre too--"
"Mike. Shh. It was all a dream." She comforted, stroking his hair.
A doctor walked in, staring down at a clipboard. He stopped at the foot of Mike's bed and looked up. "Mike, I think we'll have to keep you here overnight tonight."
"But--" Mike went to protest but was interrupted by Rose.
"I think that's a good idea. Mike, you hit your head really hard last night, scared the shit out of me." Mike sensed the twinkle of evil in her eyes, he knew what she was up to.
"Only if you stay here with me babe." Mike said and grabbed her hand. Rose's face fell. She looked up at the doctor and smiled.
"Do you think that would be alright?" She asked the doctor. When the bassist found out she wasn't objecting, he got a little angered.
"Well... ." He scratched his head. "Visiting hours end at 8.... but considering Mike's condition, I'll let you stay."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Rose said and smiled at Mike.
The doctor smiled and led himself out of the room for Mike and Rose to be alone.
"Why did you do that?" Mike asked.
"Do what?"
"You know damn well, why did you agree to stay?
"I didn't want to leave my Mikey all alone. He needs to be looked after."
"It wasn't a dream, was it? You killing Billie and Tre. You killed them you bitch."
"Partly true. Tre is still alive--"
"But Billie's dead right, how do you explain that. You know what, I'm sick of you. One little push of this button, and a testimony and your done, your in jail, bam, right where you belong with that other scum."
Rose moved her face just a few inches from Mike's and stared into his eyes, then moved her gaze down to his lips. "Tell them Mike, do it. I dare ya." Rose said, in the most seductive tone he'd ever heard in his life.
Oh how she made him want him. His breath hitched and he let his eyes wander down to her lips, and down farther to her neck, his gaze was following her body.
She grabbed under his chin, startling him. "Never get too close Mike." She let go and slip off the bed. She walked to the door and walked out.
Mike, left in a daze, felt a sensation growing in his nightgown in the downstairs region. His hand jumped quickly to cover it.
He Closed his eyes. 'Think of something disgusting Mike.' Thoughts of Rose flooded his mind. 'Stop that Mike. She's probably gunna be back soon. Think of something disgusting! Damn.' Mike's thoughts were interrupted by an elderly woman throwing her guts up.
"That did the trick." Mike said to himself.
Just then, Rose walked in, carrying random bags of chips and candy in her arms. She sat down and pulled open a bag of Cheetos.
"I love these things." She said though a mouthful of the orange chips. "Want some?" She asked Mike, handing the bad over to him.
He shook his head no, but then reached for a bag of Lays. "But I'll have some of these."
"Oh, good, I don't like those." Rose said digging through her bag of Cheetos, which put a smile on Mike's face.
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