Cillia ushered Trevor onto his school bus, kissing his head softly. She watched the bus drive off and she bit her lip, crying. Ever since her incident in the car she had been nervous for Trevor's well being.
"Unlike Jack..." She muttered to herself, going inside.
Cillia yawned softly and sat on the couch, looking at her arms. She was turning into a rail. Her body was so thin and fragile looking that it looked like a gust of wind could blow her away.
With a heavy sigh, she fell to her side. Cillia knew she had to go to the doctor today but she just didnt have any energy to move.
There was a new guard at the front of the house today. Jack wasn't surprised; Wiley had told him that he would be following Trevor to school to keep an eye on him.
Jack gave the officer the codeword, and he let him onto the porch to knock on the door.
Cillia didn't answer the door, she was trying to hold herself up against the sink as she coughed into her hand. She flinched as the knocking banged in her head.
"Cillia?" Jack called through the door. "It's me."
Cillia tried walking to the door. Her legs gave out halfway there and she landed in a crumpled heap.
Jack closed his eyes. He'd thought she'd want to talk to him. After all, she did ask Wiley to come. He knew she was in there. "Cillia..." He tried again. "I want to explain. Even if you think I'm insane, I have to try." He couldn't keep being alone, it was eating him up inside.
Cillia began to cry, reaching for the door with a cravked whimper. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move... "Jack...." She whispered hoarsely.
((This sounds like such an intreging RP!! I LOVE crime, always facinated me, but is it too late to join??))
(Sorry, it's a one on one.)
((Yeah, 1x1s are for two people only, sorry. :/
Sorry I took so long, I've been having slight computer troubles.))
Hesitantly, Jack reached out and grasbed the knob. It was his house, but he'd been gone so long...
He shoved the thought away and opened the door.
Seeing Cillia on the floor, he crossed the room in three steps and dropped next to her, barely catching himself in time. His hand stopped just inches from her. "Cillia, are you alright?" Concern crept into his voice, and he wondered if he should call in the door guard.
Cillia whimpered and shivered. "I-I'm fine..." She croaked. (I'M SO SORRY!)
((Sorry, my schedule has never been this full. >.<))
"Don't you have an appointment today?" Jack asked, remembering his conversation with Wiley the night before. "A team is coming to escort you. They should be here soon."
Cillia sat up and grit her teeth. "Really...I'm fine honey..."
"How often does this happen, Cillia?" Jack asked quietly, still keeping a careful distance.
Cillia pouted. "Every morning... But it's nothing..."
"How long have you been sick?" Guilt threatened to sneak into his heart, but he wouldn't let it. He left to find a way to fix everything. He had to. It wouldn't have made a difference whether he was there or not.
Cillia sniffled. "About two years..."
Jack leaned against the kitchen cupboards, his head in his hands. "I'm sorry I wasn't here." Only after he said it did he realize it was true. No matter how hard he tried to lie to himself and tell himself that he didn't care, didn't want to just turn around and go home every single day...He didn't even get much done. Every time he thought he'd found her, she was gone by the time he got there.
The front door opened and two officers he recognized from a file he'd read last night came in. Even if he couldn't touch her, he was going to make sure everyone who did was trustworthy. So he looked up every person who was going to be here. This was the escort.
Jack stood up and pulled his hat down a little farther. The two men went to Cillia and helped her up, telling her that they were going to take her to the hospital.