OPERATION ROOM<br/><br/>Everything was quiet and empty now except the two of them,<em>he</em>, sleeping on the table, still pale, with an oxygen mask against the haggard face, and<em>she</em>, leaning above him sitting on a stool, pressing a weak feeler against her temple, kissing the tip of another, speaking in the most gentle tone that didn't harm even the rythmical beep-in of the monitors. There was a nurse there, watching the monitors without a break but Zara didn't care at all. Letting her love taking the guidance she steeled herself.<br/>And opened up, tears preparing the way for words.<br/>"I'm.. so.. so, so sorry, Blaine.. It was all my fault.. It was me who... " She exhaled long, over-tired herself "dragged you out of your cage.. who.. forced this.. freedom thing... Maybe I shouldn't have come here.. I.. shouldn't have answer your longing...?"<br/>Shaking her head Zara burried her desperate expression into her palm.<br/>"Why the heck I thought outside will be better for you than the inside??... I just.. I just so wished to show you something<em>else</em>... Joy, I guess..."<br/>Settling the tentacles back beside the rest of the creature's body, with the greatest of respect, she kissed the sweating forehead once again, mopping it with a kerchief then.<br/>"This is Zara.. Zara who spoils everything.. Zara who's.. just.. jumping around with her damned enthusiasm.. breaking all the precious things like an elephant..."<br/>Did Blaine know what an elaphant was at all?..., she frowned for a second.<br/>"Amateur.. Naive.......<em>Annoying</em>..." This last word echoed through pathes of a painful past in her heart, it was getting harder and harder to swallow back tears and sobbing.<br/>"One more idea, dearest.. and probably I'll kill you with my.. 'very best intentions'..." The young woman nodded bitterly. "Yes.. My father was right.. I'm nothing more than an annoying tick, but.. I tell you..."<br/>Zarah's shoulders began to shake.<br/>"I just.. I just wanted to be a tick of hope for you, to say so.. and never the trouble maker! Forgive me..." Her voice trailed off and biting the long sleeve of her stretch shirt she was about to escape the room, this madness, this hell her heavenly attempts created.<br/><em>Zara, Zara, go home, vanish</em>- the sterile walls urged her when she glanced back...<br/>