I'm Sorry

(Reaper's POV)

It's already night, she should be here by then. Everything's already in place, and all I need to do is to give it to her. I waited on my bed, the pills really gave effect on the wound, it started to heal faster and good enough for me to get up from the bed and running; though running wouldn't be necessary if everything goes as planned. As if on cue, the guards came with her, and she came into the infirmary alone and sat on the chair beside me.

It was quiet all the way. We didn't exchange any words at the moment since there's nothing left to say. I still admit that I still hate her, but at the same time I still cared. Even if what she said made sense that time, but it still didn't change anything; I still don't trust her ways.

"So... felt anything weird?" She broke the ice, I turned to look at her, my face was still stern.

"Better actually. The pill helped." I answered. She fiddled her fingers, didn't know what to say anything more.

"Do you know what did they put inside those pills?" She asked again. I shrugged.

"As long it keeps me from disappearing, I don't really care what they actually put in those things."

"But you cared if I put the chips into your body?!" She sounded a bit dissatisfied, but her tone was kept at normal pitch.

"It wouldn't ve happened in the first place if--"

"Okay okay... I get it. It's my fault." She surrendered. I could hear her sigh heavily as she wiped her face from frustration. I didn't say anything.

She turned to look at the wheeled tray, this time there's steak on it. She exchanged glances between me and the food with a raised eyebrow.

"Food?" She asked.

"Take it. Not hungry." I answered her like last time, but I knew she wasn't buying it.

"You only ate a spoonful this morning, and haven't eaten anything during lunch, that excuse is not gonna work again this time." She grunted. My face was still stern looking at her.

"Look, you can't force me to eat it."

"I can, if I tried hard enough." She took the plate into her hands, and started to cut the steak into smaller pieces. I watched her use the fork an knife as she elegantly sliced the tough meat easily.

Then she took a piece of the cut meat with a fork and brought it closer to my mouth, of course, I refused; but she didn't budge.

"I won't move a muscle until you eat it." She spoke.

"So be it."

It went on for 10 minutes, I could see her hands gotten a bit tired for a moment, but she kept her hand still in front of me, with the meat at hand. It started to irritate me more, so I spoke

"Would you please stop it alre--"

"Please. Gabriel." Is all she could say.

"That won't work this time, doc.."

"What can I do to make you eat, Gabriel?" She still wasn't going to give up.

"Shut up and put the fork away is a start." I sassed. She looked at me disapprovingly at first, but then she slowly put the fork down and placed the plate back to the tray. She crossed her arms under her chest, legs crossed like she always do when she's frustrated.

It was quiet again, and my head laid on the adjusted bed as I stared at the ceiling again.

"I'm sorry..." those words caught my attention. My head turned towards her with widened eyes, still not comprehending what was going on.