"The Language of Longing" |
Part 7 by Meredith |
Disclaimer: Roswell, the characters, and situations are owned by the WB. No infringement intended. Category: After Hours Rating: NC-17 |
“This sets my heart to fluttering in my breast, for when I look on you a moment,
then can I speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate
flame courses beneath my skin…
and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a cold sweat bathes me, and
trembling seizes me all over, and I am paler than grass, and I feel near death…” - Sappho ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sun was beginning to rise when Max, Liz, Michael, and Maria finally made it back to Max and Liz’s apartment. Max carried Liz into their bed, pulling off her shoes and tucking her in tight. She barely stirred. Her face was pale and sickly, and she obviously was in a great deal of pain. While Michael and Maria fell asleep immediately on the sleeper sofa in the living room, Max laid beside Liz and watched her sleep. His eyes were baggy and the dark circles of sleeplessness were beginning to show, but he didn’t care. As long as he was awake, he could protect her from whatever was killing her. She squinted in her sleep through vivid bouts with pain and nausea. Max couldn’t help but break into choked sobs. He kissed the top of her forehead, which he had been cooling with a washcloth. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a fleeting thought occurred: Dear Lord, make this baby disappear. He couldn’t believe he was saying that about their child, but it was just too hard for Liz. She just couldn’t go on living like this. The dilemma of their situation made him cry even harder and more forcefully. Liz opened her tired eyes then, moaning. “Liz,” Max said, kissing her. “Please let me know what I can do to help you.” “Just…hold me.” Liz said. “I’m scared, Max.” She crawled into his waiting arms, crying against his bare chest. He petted her smooth brown hair and kissed the top of her head. “It’s going to be all right.” Max said, trying to blindly reassure the both of them. “At least you’re not throwing up anymore…has your nausea gotten any worse?” “Actually, the nausea is going away…” Liz said. “I’m just so, dizzy…” Her eyes fluttered closed again. “Get some sleep.” Max said. “Save your strength.” “No, I’m not, I’m not…” She said, “…tired. Just dizzy.” “Well, do you want me to make you some hot tea or something? That always helps you sleep.” She frantically cried. “NO!” She screamed. “No! I don’t want tea!” He turned around, startled by her frantic screaming. “Lizzie, honey, what’s wrong? I thought you liked tea.” He said, walking back towards her and pulling her back into his warm embrace. She curled into his chest. “That’s what made me sick, I think…I mean, I drank it and it tasted kind of funny, but Morgan kept making me drink it, and I was too weak to stop…” “What?” Max cried, his eyes glowing with rage. “She did what?” “She was forcing it down my throat, telling me it would make me feel better, but it tasted awful, and I tried to stop her…” She said, crying and moaning like a child. Max looked at her with horror. “Morgan was acting so strangely tonight. She stood in front of the door when I was carrying you out, Liz, she was physically trying to stop me from leaving with you.” Liz was shaking her head. “I can’t put my finger on it, Max…” “But…” “Something’s definitely…wrong with her…” Liz said. “She…she…” “She what?” Max asked frantically. “Oh my God!” Liz said, sitting up in her bed like a rocket, her breath ragged, her eyes overflowing with tears of pain. “What, Liz, what?” Max asked, holding on to her. “I just remembered something…like it was pushed back in my head and now…it’s so clear…” Her eyes were wide and glowing. “What? What is it?” “I thought I heard…Tess… calling my name, over and over in my brain…” Liz said, closing her eyes. “’Goodbye, Liz…Goodbye, it won’t be long now…’” She kept repeating. Liz shuddered, burying her face in Max’s chest, trying to get the voice to go away. Max looked down at her, crumbling. She’s losing it. She’s having a nervous breakdown. She’s in pain because of me. Liz clutched her stomach in pain. “Shh, shh, baby, shh, no one’s ever going to hurt you…” Max put his hand to her stomach, staring at the strange glowing symbol that seemed to be fading. It mesmerized him. He gently laid Liz back on the bed, soothing her cries. “No one’s going to hurt her. No one is ever going to hurt her.” Liz kept repeating. “Lizzie, who’s trying to hurt her?” He asked, laying beside her, nuzzling into her neck and soothing her with gentle kisses. “Tess. Tess is going to hurt our baby, Max. I can feel it. She’s hurting her now.” Liz began crying. “Tess is hurting you now? ” Max said. “How do you know?” Liz said nothing, but put her hand on the side of his face, and he got a flash. He could feel the pain inside of her. He could feel the life energy of their child being taken away by something…someone… Their baby was dying. Max looked into her eyes as they both sobbed. “No…” He whispered. Liz put his hand on her belly as she laid back in front of him. He got another flash. |
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