Ailen took the advice. He didn't like getting pulled off shift but oh well. Perhaps when he felt better he would pay Silvia a visit and apologize. He went through the food and looked for something quick and easy. He sucked at cooking,... His sister was the cook. He nodded to Craig and sighed. He was a wreck... He doubted Silvia would forgive him. It wouldnt hurt to try... He dug up some instant food and began to prepare it. Being pulled off shift of the twins made him worried though. "Craig,... You there?... Dont leave those twins alone, i never trusted them. Twins in general always freaked me out." He said. Not knowing if Craig had left or not. As soon as the food was done he let it cool some before eating. The Twins.... He blamed the old horror tapes he used to watch. The idea of two twins standing in a hall just staring at you. He shivered at the thought. Once he ate enough of it he looked to his bottle and decided to test something out. He aimed his hand at it and lifted it to him. He opened it. Perhaps I was just starving... Well shit. He took out two of the pills and looked inside the bottle... 12 pills... Shit. He finished off his meal swallowing the pills down. He then moved to the shower and stepped inside it. Only removing his shoes and pants. Along with his underwear and turned it on. He started on cold and let the blood wash off. He began to clean the hardest part of his arm and then he heard a snap and went wide eyed... "Oh for fuck sakes..." He looked at his arm and saw something had broken. His arm was now loose and useless. The only skilled technician was on leave. He cursed under his breathe. Who in this tower is skilled enough for this?.... Silvia?... Oh you got to be kidding me... It's like everything wants me to go back to her room. She probably don't even have the tools or right parts for this... He felt his stomach growl again and he cursed at it. "I just feed you, you greedy bastard." He said and turned the water off. As he dried himself... Doing so with one arm. He then put on his pants and shoes. Tripping and smashing his nose into the door frame of the bathroom breaking it. Blood came down it and he swore. He managed to put on his pants and then get back up. He found sone tissue and stuffed it in his nose. "Fine I will go apologize... You fucking happy..." He yelled out at nothing. He grabbed himself something to chew on his way there. Fiddling with his arm. He got in the elevator and pressed the button to her floor. A piece of jerky in his mouth while he fiddle with it even more. Now the show for security went from depressing to a comedy. He kept swearing every five seconds... "Wait what day is it?... Oh fuck... Thats right. Some parts on this piece of crap needed replaced." He shot his fleshy arm up in anger. "Perfect... Oh you didnt fall apart in the hangar or any other time but now... Fucking convenient.." He said. He finished the jerky and continued to fiddle with the arm. Then something else snapped just as he got to her floor. The elevator door opened and he swore once more. "Oh come on you fucking piece of shit. I swear,... Why couldnt they design you like one of those cool arms ran by crystals and shit....fucking Tristan and his shit ass face taking away the nice things... I swear,... I ever see that asshole I will shove whatever is left of this arm up his ass!" He then noticed the door was open and everything he said was likely heard. He then moved to her door and pressed the buzzer. 

   "Hey um Silvia,... Um I know its late and you likely hate my guts,... But um I need your help right now..." He said as he tried to hold his arm up. Then the final piece snapped and it hit the floor with a loud cling. He looked down watching the wires and tubing had split from it... He sighed and turned his back hitting the door and slid down it. Holding his metal arm in his real hand. He then sighed and felt a tear come down. He pulled the tissue from his noses so he had a easier time breathing. He rose his arm up hitting the buzzer. "Silvia,.. I'm sorry. I am probably the biggest jerk right now. Right below Tristan. I never felt this thing you humans call love. I only had something similar to it but not exactly the same. This feeling clouded my judgement and I did something stupid... Just like any man would do in a awkward situation.... I suppose I was just... Whats the word now.... Afraid?..." He said. He gulped pausing in between the tears. " I have been alone at this tower for five years now. I was never able to get attached to anything. When earlier happened. I guess I was afraid of being rejected this time. So, i chose the cheeziest method in the book,... The wounded soldier routine. I didnt mean to betray your trust... I just thought... You were teasing me like at the docks earlier. I never knew what love was so I did not know it was genuine." He said. He then let go of the buzzer and looked at his arm. "And now my bloody arm has come off." He said. He cleared his eyes of moisture. 

     He sighed. He did not think he would forgive her. Why would she?... After what he did... He wouldn't either. He tried to climb back up and pick up his arm. He ten began the trek to the elevator. What the fuck am I doing?...