Cas opened his eyes and rolled them to left. Meg was sitting اگلے to his bed. He looked down and noticed he was holding something in his hand. He rolled his eyes to the right and saw the machines and the perfusion leading some kind of fluid medication into his veins. He frowned and tried to pull all threads out of his body.
“No, Cas, don’t do that” Meg tried to stop him. “You have to get better”
Meg didn’t understand. Medication یا drugs was what triggered it. He wasn’t himself when he took them.
Cas opened his mouth to explain, but something entirely different was said.
“Get out”
Wait, why did he say that? That’s not what he meant to tell.
“What?” Meg asked, to make she’d heard Cas correctly.
“Get out” Cas repeated unwillingly. “I don’t want to see آپ anymore. آپ are the reason I am here. آپ brought Heather to me. You’re the reason I almost died”
No! No, don’t listen to what I’m saying!, Cas thought desperately. If only Meg could read his mind.
“I should’ve gone with Dean and Sam and Jo” Cas continued heartless, but as he saw Meg’s eyes go wet, he felt tears coming up in his own.
Meg swallowed and forced the tears back. She was not going to cry. Not now, not when Cas was being so horrible to her.
“Fine, then I’ll go” she finally reacted. “The Winchesters are on their way back. آپ won’t see me again, but before I leave you, آپ should remember this. When those men attacked you, it was me who took care of you. When the pain was driving آپ insane, it was me who looked for a way to redeem you. And I’m the one who stayed here until آپ woke up. I don’t expect آپ to be thankful, but I won’t allow آپ to forget it either”
She stood and turned around. Cas took her hand, accidentally dropping the necklace. Meg was right, about everything. And he was grateful, مزید than grateful. He wanted to tell her that. Come on, Cas, just three little words, that’s all. آپ can do it.
“I…hate you” he mumbled resentful.
Meg jerked her hand and walked out of the room.
“No, Cas, don’t do that” Meg tried to stop him. “You have to get better”
Meg didn’t understand. Medication یا drugs was what triggered it. He wasn’t himself when he took them.
Cas opened his mouth to explain, but something entirely different was said.
“Get out”
Wait, why did he say that? That’s not what he meant to tell.
“What?” Meg asked, to make she’d heard Cas correctly.
“Get out” Cas repeated unwillingly. “I don’t want to see آپ anymore. آپ are the reason I am here. آپ brought Heather to me. You’re the reason I almost died”
No! No, don’t listen to what I’m saying!, Cas thought desperately. If only Meg could read his mind.
“I should’ve gone with Dean and Sam and Jo” Cas continued heartless, but as he saw Meg’s eyes go wet, he felt tears coming up in his own.
Meg swallowed and forced the tears back. She was not going to cry. Not now, not when Cas was being so horrible to her.
“Fine, then I’ll go” she finally reacted. “The Winchesters are on their way back. آپ won’t see me again, but before I leave you, آپ should remember this. When those men attacked you, it was me who took care of you. When the pain was driving آپ insane, it was me who looked for a way to redeem you. And I’m the one who stayed here until آپ woke up. I don’t expect آپ to be thankful, but I won’t allow آپ to forget it either”
She stood and turned around. Cas took her hand, accidentally dropping the necklace. Meg was right, about everything. And he was grateful, مزید than grateful. He wanted to tell her that. Come on, Cas, just three little words, that’s all. آپ can do it.
“I…hate you” he mumbled resentful.
Meg jerked her hand and walked out of the room.
De Britse acteur Ed Westwick wil niets liever dan een rol vertolken in een productie in het bekende Londense theaterdistrict West End, de Britse tegenhanger وین Broadway. Westwick, die bij het grote publiek bekend raakte als Chuck باس, گھنگھور in de Amerikaanse tienerserie "Gossip Girl", zegt meer in petto te hebben dan enkel en alleen acteren voor televisie of film.
"Ik wil een keer deel uitmaken وین een kleinschaliger, intiemer project. Alleen op die manier kunnen mensen me pas echt leren kennen, zonder dat er een televisiescherm in de weg staat. Ik kan zingen, dus misschien een musical", aldus Westwick op showbizzsite Contactmusic.com.
Maar Westwick zal zijn theaterdromen toch nog even moeten opbergen, want er wachten hem nog twee seizoenen وین "Gossip Girl". (Belga / LEE)
"Ik wil een keer deel uitmaken وین een kleinschaliger, intiemer project. Alleen op die manier kunnen mensen me pas echt leren kennen, zonder dat er een televisiescherm in de weg staat. Ik kan zingen, dus misschien een musical", aldus Westwick op showbizzsite Contactmusic.com.
Maar Westwick zal zijn theaterdromen toch nog even moeten opbergen, want er wachten hem nog twee seizoenen وین "Gossip Girl". (Belga / LEE)
The اگلے morning.
A buzzing sound, coming from Caroline’s pedestal cupboard woke her up and she opened her eyes. She took her phone and opened it. She had received a message from an unknown person.
“I know what آپ are and we will destroy you” she read aloud. She swung her legs off the بستر and searched for her ring. When she had found it she put it on and walked to the window. She shoved the curtain and stared outside.
The sky was grey. It seemed like it was going to rain.
Caroline opened the window and climbed over the edge.
“Game on, bitch” she mumbled, before she jumped and landed gracefully on the pavers.
A buzzing sound, coming from Caroline’s pedestal cupboard woke her up and she opened her eyes. She took her phone and opened it. She had received a message from an unknown person.
“I know what آپ are and we will destroy you” she read aloud. She swung her legs off the بستر and searched for her ring. When she had found it she put it on and walked to the window. She shoved the curtain and stared outside.
The sky was grey. It seemed like it was going to rain.
Caroline opened the window and climbed over the edge.
“Game on, bitch” she mumbled, before she jumped and landed gracefully on the pavers.