Dash's Promise 27

>About a couple of hours after the celebration, you and Rainbow are off the hospital
>You already showered up and changed into nice clothes
>A vineyard vine collared shirt with some cargo shorts
>Yeah, you were looking pretty good
>Dash was dressed in jeans and a shirt
>She didn't look like she cared much though
>Both of your minds were on something else
"You okay Dash?"
>"Yeah, just thinking about what I should say"
"If you get nervous or something, just remember that I am next to you"
>"Thanks Anon"
"Did Mom tell you his condition?"
>"Yeah, she said he is a full paraplegic. He can't speak but he responds to sound"
"Sooo, he'll understand everything we say"
>"That's right"
"Good...I want him to hear me"

>The hospital is now in sight
>Dash's face is getting increasingly white
>You can tell she's getting nervous
>You grab her hand
"It's okay Dash, we can do this together
>She parks the car in the lot
>The two of you walk into the hospital and get to the front desk
>"We would like 2 visitor passes, for Soarin"
>"Okay, just sign these out and you're good to go"
>You sign the papers and receive your passes
>You thank the lady
>"Room 332"
>You walk to the elevator and press floor 3
>The hospital reeks of chemicals
>Almost as if they were trying to cover up the smell of death
>The door closes in front of you
"Finally, we get to see this bastard"
>She nods as the elevator reaches the third floor
>You quickly locate his room
"Are you sure you're ready for this Dash?"
>"Yes, Im ready"
>You slowly open the door to his room
>You see him
>He's just sitting there, sitting on a chair
>Hoses and wires running through his mouth and nose
>His bruised and maimed body
>He's lost weight
>At least 30 lbs
>He is white
>Ghostly white
>He's able to turn his head a bit to face you
>He looks you in the eyes and turns his head back
"Well, here we are"
>Your words echo through the room
"I think we should talk Soarin"
>You close the door behind you
>You pull up a chair in front of him
>Dash is still standing, to petrified to move
>You sit in the chair in front of him
>Dash slowly pushes a chair next to you
>You stare deep into his eyes
>Piercing his soul every second you stare at him
>All he can do is turn his head
"So, how you feeling Soarin? Still feeling like a tough guy?"
>His head is still turned to the side, avoiding your gaze
"Man, you look different from the last time we met"
>The mask is tight over your emotions
>Trying to be strong was harder than you thought
"But know you're here, and we're here. I wish there was someway for you to communicate to us. Not that we want to hear your voice."
>You can tell his eyes are getting watery
"You do know why your here right?"
>He slowly nods
>"IT"S BECAUSE YOU ARE A LOWLIFE SON OF A BITCH WHO FINDS THE NEED TO RAPE AND HURT ANYONE WHO ANGERS YOU!"
>Dash snapped
>She's crying now
>You see a weak smile roll onto Soarin's face
>You do your best to console Dash, but she leaves the room
>Leaving the room with just you and him
>You look back towards him
>Out of anger you slap the smirk off of his face
>You take a minute to regain composure
"Truth is, there is nothing more I would want to see in the world than you dead. Even though you deserve to suffer. But that's not my call. So for the rest of your life you will be sitting in this chair, rotting like the animal you are."
>His smile fades away
>You get over come with rage
>You grab the breathing tube with your hand and clamp it shut
>Successfully cutting off his oxygen flow
>You know you shouldn't be doing this but it feels so right
>For a second you wish you can just end him
>But you have a life to live
>And you don't want to go down to his level
>You let go, letting him breath once again
"Just because you lost your temper, you will be living this hell for the rest of your life. I hope you enjoy it"
>no smile
"I came here to confront you. But you are nothing now. I get to live my life to the fullest, while you reflect on how you got here. This is better than prison. Seeing you here. No one even wants to look at you. And I'll come to visit every so often. Just to see you sit in that chair, wishing for death"
>You move closer to him
"But it will never come"
>He returns your stare
>As if trying to communicate with you
>You just stare at his living corpse
>Reduced to a chair
>The mask is slipping
>You feel it coming off
"I hope your happy with your decisions. Almost killing a teenager and raping his sister. Was it worth it?"
>He looks up at you with tired eyes
>He slowly nods his head to the side
>Tears start running down his face
"Your crocodile tears don't earn you SHIT Soarin. I'll see you later"
>You walk out the room leaving nothing behind
>The mask is almost completely off
>You need to find Dash now