Hilf Mir Fliegen 2 Part 14

“Well, you and your child seem pretty healthy,” Morrison announced, pulling my shirt back down over my stomach. “You can sit up, now.”
     I sat up, holding on tightly to Georg's hand.
     “Why?” Georg asked.
     “Why what?” Morrison replied. “Why is she healthy?”
     “No, why are you doing this to us? Why did you capture us, lock us up in a room, and yet, treat us so kindly?”
     Morrison just shrugged. “Alright, I'm going to take you back to your room.” He picked up the two sacks and put them back over our heads so we wouldn't know where we were going.
     It was a quick, blind trip back to the room. We made several turns, went down long, straight hallways, and even climbed a few stairs. When we got back to the room, Morrison took the bags off of our heads and left the room again.
     “You're back!” Bill said with a grin, opening his arms for a hug. Georg and I reluctantly stepped forward and let him hug us. He stayed there for a long time with his arms around our necks, not really doing anything. Finally, he let go.
     “So, what happened?” Tom asked.
     “Not much,” I replied. “He took some of my blood, did some ultrasound thing, and that's pretty much it. He said I was healthy.”
     “Well, that's good.”
     Something caught my eye. It was a long, wide, blood-red feather on the floor, about a meter long. It looked like it came from Gustav's wings. I looked around the room, and realized Gustav wasn't in there anymore.
     “Hey, where's Gustav?” I asked worriedly.
     “Oh, it was horrible!” Bill said, wrapping his arms around his head. “They came in and held him down so they could inject him with. . .something. Probably drugs. Then, they dragged him out of the room, leaving nothing but a feather from his wing! Oh, poor Gustav!” Bill grabbed Tom's arm and started crying on his shoulder.
     “Be gentle,” Tom squeaked, wincing. “I'm tender.”
     “I'm sorry, Tomi!” Bill sobbed. “I love you.”
     “I love you, too, but you're hurting me.”
     “Sorry!” Bill let go of him and grabbed Georg's arm to cry on.
     “Ugh,” Georg mumbled, putting his hand on Bill's head comfortingly. “It's okay, Bill, I'm sure he'll be okay.”
     “Really?” Bill whimpered, wiping his eyes.
     Georg nodded.
     “Oh, I hope so!”
     “Me, too.”






Georg put his hand over my stomach and rubbed it gently, a dreamy look in his eyes.
     “What?” I asked, putting my hand on top of his.
     “I love you,” he whispered, kissing me on the cheek.
     “Awwww,” Bill gushed, smiling at us. “You two are so cute.”
     I smiled sheepishly.
     “Tomi, aren't they adorable?”
     “Yeah, sure, whatever,” Tom said, pacing back and forth across the room.
     “What's the matter, Tom?” Bill asked with a frown, standing up.
     “Huh? Nothing, I'm just trapped in this God-forsaken room, waiting for the slayers to come get me and torture me some more.”
     Bill's frown turned into a grin. “You know what you need?”
     “What?”
     “You need to sing a song. Come on, sing with me.”
     “Ohhh,” Tom moaned, crossing his arms. “I'm not exactly very high anymore.”
     Bill cocked his head. “And?”
     “And. . .I don't know, I don't feel too good.” Tom shook his head and sighed.
     “Ziggy played guitar,” Bill started singing. “Jamming good with weird and Gilly, and the spiders from Mars.”
     “Oh,” Tom moaned again. “Not David Bowie.”
     “David Bowie rocks!” Bill whined.
     Tom just stood there with his arms crossed, and grimaced.
     Bill sighed.
     I felt Georg's fingers under my chin. He turned my head toward him and stared into my eyes for a minute before kissing me.
     “Aww,” Bill gushed again. “I would suggest Tomi and I leave the room, but that's not as easy as it sounds.”
     Georg didn't seem to notice Bill was even there. He just kept kissing me, passion in every movement of his lips. I really wished we weren't trapped in this slayers' lair. I wanted to be back in the hotel room where Georg and I could be alone and safe.
     “Whoa,” Tom said. “No wonder she's pregnant.”
     “Tomi!” Bill scolded. “Don't talk like that!”
     “Well, they started it,” Tom said.
     “Don't blame them for the way your mind works.”
     Tom just grunted.
     After what felt like five minutes, but was probably more like ten, Georg finally pulled away from me and sighed.
     “Alright, boys,” Ivy said, coming into the room. She was holding two different syringes, one filled all the way up with the same clear blue liquid and the other one filled half way with a dark green liquid. “Time for your injections.”
     “What's the green one?” Tom asked, backing away from her slightly.
     “This one's for Georg,” she said, smiling evilly. She grabbed Bill and steadily pushed the needle into his arm.
     “Owie,” he said, wincing. “That hurts.”
     “Well, this will take the pain away.” Ivy tried to grab Tom's arm, but he quickly jumped away from her.
     “You're not touching me with that needle,” he said.
     “Tom, if I don't give you this, all the pain from those many long experiments will come crashing down onto your body, and you'll wish you were dead.”
     Tom glared at her for a while, but finally gave in and let her inject him.
     “Okay,” she said, putting the now empty syringe into a holster on her right hip and lifting up the the green syringe. “Now, it's Georg's turn.”
     “What is it?” Georg asked, looking at it suspiciously.
     “You'll find out.” She grabbed Georg's arm and injected him with the green liquid. He just sat still and watched the syringe empty into his bloodstream, not fighting at all.
     “You're not going to tell me?” he asked as Ivy made her way to the door.
     She just smiled and left the room.
     “Uh-oh,” Tom said. “That can't be good.”