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Geordie walked into Teagan’s room. She was lying on her back, watching the ceiling. “Hello,” he said, from the doorway. “My name’s Geordie.”
The girl moved her eyes to look over at him. She was still in her neck brace. “Are you Teagan? Or Kenzie?” he asked.
She moved her mouth. Her lip was split, it looked painful. “Both,” she said faintly.
Teagan had been conscious for a couple of hours, now. Conscious enough to plead with Kenzie not to leave her again. To stay. To help her. She was so scared. She hurt. She couldn’t deal with it on her own.
And because Joss had gone back to sleep, Kenzie had complied.
“Hello,” said Geordie again. “I promise I’m not here to harm you. I’m not a medium or anything. I’m just a person. I’m actually quite nice.”
“You came here with Matt,” Kenzie accused, watching him suspiciously, ready to scream.
Please don't scream, Teagan asked of her. Hurts too much.
“I came here with Merry,” Geordie explained. “I know Matt, but I’m here because my friend is worried about you and Joss, and I am worried about her, and Joss, and you by extension cos Joss is cool, and he obviously cares deeply about you. How are you feeling?”
“Hurt,” Teagan’s words were hard to get out. There was a chasm between her thoughts and her voice, and it took considerable mental effort to toss the word from one side to the other.
Geordie nodded sympathetically, tugging off his jumper and tying it round his waist. He knew hurt: although they had faded in the last few years, his scars from the fire were permanent. He’d been in hospital for so long. He’d had physical and mental rehabilitation for even longer.
“What do you want?” Kenzie asked. She had no such issues getting her words out.
“To talk, if you’ll listen,” Geordie took a seat near Teagan’s bed, so he was lower than she was. “I’m not going to try and convince you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Your friend Merry wants Matt to kill me,” Kenzie said.
“My friend Merry has had an extremely traumatic experience with a ghost before,” Geordie said. “She barely escaped with her life, and she was afraid that Kenzie might pose the same danger to Teagan, and to Joss, that Patrick Ravensdale posed to her. To a lot of people we know.” It hurt, to talk about Pat and try to be rational.
“Hekilled me,” Kenzie hissed. “If she hated him so much she should have been on my side.”
“She didn’t know,” Geordie said. “She panicked when she called Matt that day. And it sounded like Matt really freaked you out, too.”
Kenzie humphed, which hurt Teagan's broken nose. “Did they tell you his sister threatened to gut Teagan with her hunting knife?” Kenzie wasn’t sure what to think about Geordie and suspected a trap. The horrified look on his face sated her a little, though. “Yeah, she attacked Teagan, unprovoked. Said she’d turn Teagan into a ghost as well. It wasn’t just Matt that freaked us.”
“I am so sorry,” Geordie said. “That must have been absolutely terrifying.”
“I'd just died,” Kenzie continued. “Patrick Ravensdale spend hours slicing me up with a knife like that! I’d just been murdered and she comes in threatening to murder my Teagan as well! And everyone trying to separate us, so I couldn’t even protect her? If someone did that to your family, you’d run too.”
“I would,” Geordie said, honestly. “He killed my baby sister. If I’d been given the choice, if it would have saved her, I would have left London and never looked back.”
Teagan looked at him, distraught, but too weak and sore to think of a response. “We’re not going home,” Kenzie said. “Home is full of psychos.”
“Whole world’s kinda like that,” Geordie said. “Although I’ll grant you, they do seem to gravitate toward London.”
“Matt said we needed to convince him we were worth keeping,” Kenzie said. “Sounds like he’s one of the psychos too.”
Geordie nodded slowly. “That’s a really horrible thing to say to someone,” he said.
“Yes it was,” Kenzie glowered. “I don’t have to prove myself to anybody.”
“No one should have to,” Geordie said. “And I think he might listen to you, this time, if it’s Teagan who tells him that she’s okay.”
“Teagan is okay,” Kenzie growled. “She got a little busted up but she’s gonna be fine.”
A little busted up, thought Teagan.
Oh calm down, you’re getting better, Kenzie said. I’ll just look after us tell you’re back to normal.
“That’s good to know,” Geordie said. “I’d like to get to know her – you, both of you.”
“Well, we’re not going back to London, unless it’s with an army so that I can destroy them,” said Kenzie, eyes wild and hard. “And if Matt comes anywhere near us while we are still in hospital I will scream so loud they will call the police and drag him away.”
“I’ll let him know,” Geordie smiled at her. She didn’t smile back. There was no reason to trust this guy, and no reason why he was trying to be nice to her. “Is there anything I can get you?”
Kenzie folded her arms across her chest. “Tell Joss to come in when he wakes up.”
Thank you, Teagan thought to Kenzie, utterly grateful. Thank you for not making me move.
“Sure thing,” Geordie said, standing up from his chair. “He’s out in the waiting room talking to Merry.”
Kenzie’s expression darkened. “Another thing,” she said, and Geordie paused in the doorway. “Tell her to keep away from him.”
“Um,” said Geordie. “No Merry’s not – you don’t need to- um- “
Kenzie glared at him. “Tell her. To keep away from him.”
Geordie, looking worried now, nodded, and left.
The girl moved her eyes to look over at him. She was still in her neck brace. “Are you Teagan? Or Kenzie?” he asked.
She moved her mouth. Her lip was split, it looked painful. “Both,” she said faintly.
Teagan had been conscious for a couple of hours, now. Conscious enough to plead with Kenzie not to leave her again. To stay. To help her. She was so scared. She hurt. She couldn’t deal with it on her own.
And because Joss had gone back to sleep, Kenzie had complied.
“Hello,” said Geordie again. “I promise I’m not here to harm you. I’m not a medium or anything. I’m just a person. I’m actually quite nice.”
“You came here with Matt,” Kenzie accused, watching him suspiciously, ready to scream.
Please don't scream, Teagan asked of her. Hurts too much.
“I came here with Merry,” Geordie explained. “I know Matt, but I’m here because my friend is worried about you and Joss, and I am worried about her, and Joss, and you by extension cos Joss is cool, and he obviously cares deeply about you. How are you feeling?”
“Hurt,” Teagan’s words were hard to get out. There was a chasm between her thoughts and her voice, and it took considerable mental effort to toss the word from one side to the other.
Geordie nodded sympathetically, tugging off his jumper and tying it round his waist. He knew hurt: although they had faded in the last few years, his scars from the fire were permanent. He’d been in hospital for so long. He’d had physical and mental rehabilitation for even longer.
“What do you want?” Kenzie asked. She had no such issues getting her words out.
“To talk, if you’ll listen,” Geordie took a seat near Teagan’s bed, so he was lower than she was. “I’m not going to try and convince you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Your friend Merry wants Matt to kill me,” Kenzie said.
“My friend Merry has had an extremely traumatic experience with a ghost before,” Geordie said. “She barely escaped with her life, and she was afraid that Kenzie might pose the same danger to Teagan, and to Joss, that Patrick Ravensdale posed to her. To a lot of people we know.” It hurt, to talk about Pat and try to be rational.
“Hekilled me,” Kenzie hissed. “If she hated him so much she should have been on my side.”
“She didn’t know,” Geordie said. “She panicked when she called Matt that day. And it sounded like Matt really freaked you out, too.”
Kenzie humphed, which hurt Teagan's broken nose. “Did they tell you his sister threatened to gut Teagan with her hunting knife?” Kenzie wasn’t sure what to think about Geordie and suspected a trap. The horrified look on his face sated her a little, though. “Yeah, she attacked Teagan, unprovoked. Said she’d turn Teagan into a ghost as well. It wasn’t just Matt that freaked us.”
“I am so sorry,” Geordie said. “That must have been absolutely terrifying.”
“I'd just died,” Kenzie continued. “Patrick Ravensdale spend hours slicing me up with a knife like that! I’d just been murdered and she comes in threatening to murder my Teagan as well! And everyone trying to separate us, so I couldn’t even protect her? If someone did that to your family, you’d run too.”
“I would,” Geordie said, honestly. “He killed my baby sister. If I’d been given the choice, if it would have saved her, I would have left London and never looked back.”
Teagan looked at him, distraught, but too weak and sore to think of a response. “We’re not going home,” Kenzie said. “Home is full of psychos.”
“Whole world’s kinda like that,” Geordie said. “Although I’ll grant you, they do seem to gravitate toward London.”
“Matt said we needed to convince him we were worth keeping,” Kenzie said. “Sounds like he’s one of the psychos too.”
Geordie nodded slowly. “That’s a really horrible thing to say to someone,” he said.
“Yes it was,” Kenzie glowered. “I don’t have to prove myself to anybody.”
“No one should have to,” Geordie said. “And I think he might listen to you, this time, if it’s Teagan who tells him that she’s okay.”
“Teagan is okay,” Kenzie growled. “She got a little busted up but she’s gonna be fine.”
A little busted up, thought Teagan.
Oh calm down, you’re getting better, Kenzie said. I’ll just look after us tell you’re back to normal.
“That’s good to know,” Geordie said. “I’d like to get to know her – you, both of you.”
“Well, we’re not going back to London, unless it’s with an army so that I can destroy them,” said Kenzie, eyes wild and hard. “And if Matt comes anywhere near us while we are still in hospital I will scream so loud they will call the police and drag him away.”
“I’ll let him know,” Geordie smiled at her. She didn’t smile back. There was no reason to trust this guy, and no reason why he was trying to be nice to her. “Is there anything I can get you?”
Kenzie folded her arms across her chest. “Tell Joss to come in when he wakes up.”
Thank you, Teagan thought to Kenzie, utterly grateful. Thank you for not making me move.
“Sure thing,” Geordie said, standing up from his chair. “He’s out in the waiting room talking to Merry.”
Kenzie’s expression darkened. “Another thing,” she said, and Geordie paused in the doorway. “Tell her to keep away from him.”
“Um,” said Geordie. “No Merry’s not – you don’t need to- um- “
Kenzie glared at him. “Tell her. To keep away from him.”
Geordie, looking worried now, nodded, and left.
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