Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sarah ❯ "If you're joking, that's cruel; but if you're being sarcastic, that's even worse!" ( Chapter 17 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 16
"If you're joking, that's cruel; but if you're being sarcastic, that's even worse!" -Duo Maxwell
An idea hit me. A wonderfully crazy and probably dangerous one, no doubt, but it was an idea. And we could pull it off, I knew it. We had to. A smile flitted across my cheeks as I glanced to Trente, who was still just sitting there, frown mingling over his features. I sighed, deciding that if I was going to pull this off, I needed to act the part.
"Trente?" The said boy looked up, ice blue eyes sparkling as a confused expression crossed his adorable face.
He sat still a moment, eyebrows meeting and furrowing, and finally answered this call. "Yes, Sar?"
Time to put this plan into action. "I'm hungry."
The perfect mirror of Duo, save for his hair and eye color, raised an eyebrow, perplexed at my most recent request. "Hungry?" Leaning forward, he pursed his lips, looking me straight in the eye. "I thought we were trying to find out how to get outta here, Sar? And now you're...hungry? I'm...to say the least, confused."
"I know. Now, get the nurses in here. I'm hungry." I demanded, adding just the perfect touch of whine to my voice to make it convincing. Now, it was imperative that he find a solid food, so that I may take full advantage of the situation. Still frowning, he stood and reached for the button above my bed for the nurses' assistance, when two came walking in, lovely looking smiles gracing their faces. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as the pair entered, their expressions perfect masks of innocence. My theory of the camera and recording systems was correct, I realized, while acting equally as cordial to the women.
"Would you like something, Miss Yuy?" one of them asked in a sickly sweet tone. This guy sure did find some good actresses, I noted to myself.
`This one's for the Oscar...'
I nodded slowly, swallowing heavily while I gazed to the girls, eyes filling with fake tears. "Why yes, I would, if it wouldn't be too much of a trouble..." The woman shook her head, small smile tugging at her lips. "I've been here for quite some time, as my, ah, friend has informed me..." I nodded to Trente, who still bore a look of confusion, and continued. "And I'm really very...hungry, ma'am. Could I perhaps get something to eat and drink?"
The nurse's head bobbed up and down so quickly I thought for sure it'd fall off, and she started to leave when her companion pulled her aside and began a conversation with her in hushed tones, of which I would only hear bits and pieces.
"What if...a trick?"
"It...she's not that smart..."
"And how do you know that? Master...said...and...no right to undermine...authority."
The woman whom I was talking with nodded with an air of subordination about her and turned back to Trente and myself, an apologetic smile spreading between her cheeks.
"Miss Yuy?"
I glanced up, the most pitiful expression I could muster on my face, and raised my eyebrows at her. "Yes?"
"Ah..." the girl looked to the other nurse, who glared sharply at her and nodded before facing me and smiling. "I'm not exactly sure if, uh, you will be able to digest anything on your own..."
I stared at her, imagining she had told me I didn't have a head but was miraculously still living, so I could look as confused as possible. "Uh...what do you mean, exactly?"
She sighed, seeming as confused as I portrayed, and made her way to the edge of my bed, frowning as she tried to think of a way to explain that her boss didn't trust me and thought that I was going to pull something on them, which is why I couldn't have any food, of course. I resisted the urge to laugh out loud as the nurse took my hand and gazed into my eyes. "Well, dear, the reason is this. When we got you out of the wreckage that was your Uncle's car, your, ah, epidermis was hanging out, and gastric fluid was all over inside you, mixing with the plasma in your stomach, which is not a good thing, let me tell you. So, we had to take some cefuroxime injections and give them to you, starting with your nonteteragenic chromosomes and working our way to your anaphylactic regions, which in turn..."
At this point, I realized that not only did this woman have not a clue as to what the hell she was talking about, but that she was also a complete and utter idiot! One chair short of a dining set, missing the yellow in her color wheel...a whistle head! You wouldn't even hear the ocean if you put her head up to your ear...a mime would envy the silence held inside that tiny skull of hers.
Enough intelligence-impaired persons bashing...if it's one thing I've learned, it's not to argue with an idiot: they just drag you down to their level and beat you with experience. So, instead of correcting every ill-used term the so-called nurse decided to grace her vocabulary with, I just sat there, nodding, smiling, and gasping when need be, while the other nurse leaned against the door frame, smirking at my theatrical display of baffling ignorance.
The most amusing part of this whole fiasco was that the nurse who seemed to be in charge (and with good reason, seeing how her companion was the perfect example of a stereo-typical blonde) was completely accurate in her prediction that I was indeed planning something, and much smarter than I appeared to be.
I couldn't let them know that, of course, so I acted as I did whenever Mother would find a grenade in one of my pockets while doing laundry: completely innocent. The blonde bought every word of it, but the other one, the one in charge...she didn't seem at all moved by my theatrics.
A challenge, no doubt, but it wasn't something I couldn't overcome. Continuing with my original plan, I pleaded with the other nurse, trying to show her how truly "hungry" I was. Trente even added in short comments to help my pleas, and finally, I saw the woman's blue eyes falter. Pursing her lips, she held up a finger for silence.
"I'll check with...the...ah...doctor, Miss Yuy. Maybe you've healed enough to have a little food. But, I'm not guaranteeing anything, though, so don't be getting your hopes up, all right?" I nodded enthusiastically, and with a glance to one of the cameras she left. I turned to the blonde, who was still sitting on my bed, but checking out Trente rather indiscreetly as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. Terrified he would respond, I looked his way and noticed that he was staring at me. Not her...me. My heart leapt, and then my brain remembered how to think and wondered, "Why is he staring at me?"
I turned as much as I could towards him and stared right back, quirking a brow while I awaited response.
A few moments later he shook his head, blinking furiously, as if he had just come out of shock. "What?" I asked, not bothering to hid the concern in my voice. "What is it?"
He smiled and placed a hand on my still restrained arm. "You know, Sarah..." Leaning in close, I saw a glint in Trente's eyes that could only be described as either pure passion, or pure mischief. Knowing him, probably both. "You really are rather beautiful...I guess I was too shy to really analyze your features before, but now I know you won't deck me if I do, so...I am. And you're gorgeous."
I had to laugh at the thought of me punching Trente because he was looking at me, but by the time he got to the end of this statement, I'm sure I turned at least ten shades of red, judging by his reaction of quiet, throaty chuckling close to my ear. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of him being so close, and a new sound invaded my ears.
Squeaking wheels. Squeaking, rolling wheels coming closer and closer to my room from the left. I searched my memory...which way had the nurse turned when she left? Mentally cursing myself for not noticing or making a point to watch, I opened my eyes and glanced towards the door, relieved that my plan, so far, had worked.
The red-haired nurse from before pushed in a small trolley laden with different types of food...most of them soft of easy to chew, but...
There was a bowl that had chopped-up pieces of melons randomly assorted and piled into it in the middle of the top shelf. My mouth watered while I stared at the food, and suddenly I realized that my stomach hurt and was emitting low growls, which Trente seemed to find very funny, Kami knows why.
Giving him a sharp glance, I attempted to point at the bowl, and then my mind clicked back into action and I remembered the real reason I wanted food. Finding my vocal chords, I cleared my throat and said, "Melons...?" while looking at the boss nurse. She raised both her eyebrows, surprised, and Trente turned to me, frown overcoming his earlier smirk.
"Melons? Are you sure you can eat those, Sar?" I did the only thing those damn restraints allowed me to. I nodded. He glanced to the nurse, forwarding my nod to her, and then asked quietly, "How is she supposed to eat if she's tied down?"
My mind flew. This was not expected, Trente asking this. What if they untied me? I would lose any element of surprise I had with my earlier plan, prolonging our stay as hostages over this unknown person who seemed to know me better than myself.
A thought crossed my mind. `What if this person is...Fa--'
"Oh, don't worry, the bed tilts up and we or you can feed her, Mr. Maxwell."
Trente nodded approval and a light sigh escaped my lips, though it sounded like a raspy hiss , as my throat was extremely dry. I felt the movement of the mechanical bed as I was raised into a semi-sitting position, at a comfortable angle, surprisingly. I didn't expect to be comfortable in any way until I got out of this fake hospital, which came next, I hoped.
Trente took the bowl from the tray and grasped a fork between his right thumb and forefinger, watching and smiling towards me the whole time. "Which type, Sarah? Honeydew, cantaloupe, or watermelon?"
Slightly taken aback at this question as I had previously been actively engaged in admiring all of Trente's features, i nodded at him. "Uh huh..." I muttered, smiling up at him.
Duo's son chuckled softly and chose a green honeydew piece, which, surprisingly, was my favorite of the three. Holding it out in front of me, he quirked a brow and waited for my approval, of which I did not hesitate to give. The boy smirked and brought the piece closer to my mouth, seeming for all the world like he was enjoying this all too much. "Open wide!" he cooed, and at that exact moment my memory flashed to only a few minutes before when I had thought hitting Trente was funny...
Suddenly that sound so very enticing.
Deciding I was going to savor most of the fruit before executing the most important part of my plan, I ate what was given to me happily, flashing grins to the nurses and Trente whenever possible, to assure them that I was "digesting" everything well.
Noticing the bowl was almost empty, I went back over the plan quickly in my mind one last time, and opened my mouth for the last piece of cantaloupe, when...
"Oh my Kami! She's choking!" Trente yelled, jumping up and dropping the fork he had been feeding me with into my lap. The curly, red-haired nurse came running forward as I hacked, pulling up a walkie-talkie as she did so, and speaking frantically into it. The blonde...she was more concerned in the dish of Jell-O on the cart than my current dance with death, so she will be forgotten for the time being. "Do something!" Trente shrieked at the head nurse, patting me on the arm as he couldn't get to my back, considering how tightly I was secured. The nurse glanced to the camera over the door, as if questioning it, and nodded.
"Okay, I'm going to take these restraints off her so we can get the food piece dislodged." She did so, and a moment later Trente had his arms wrapped around me from behind, and seemed to be hugging all the air out of me. I spat out the piece of orange goop a moment later, and sat on the bed, panting to catch my breath.
Regaining my composure, I turned to face the blue eyed nurse.
"Put your hands up. Hand your earpiece, walkie-talkie, and any weapons you have to Mr. Maxwell, and then stand up against the wall. Do it!"
As I said before...
He still didn't have me.
And I've been known to be unpredictable quite a bit in my lifetime...