Day 13, 4:32
not quite understand how I got here. Acknowledge the hard gray stone on which I pitch, the grass of course, the people who spoke in whispers, complaining of their wounds or trying to appease the other patients. But I did not know how to go from dying to rest in the new camp for boys.
hurts everything, I find it terribly unbearable breath. Denia me talk non-stop, barely staying up as it heals the gap of my head with care, avoiding contact with my many bruises and making sure everything is okay. But
I know it is not. I see blood everywhere, people in my school do not know if they are asleep and dead guys younger than me, affected by the disease, they are acting like real doctors, taking over from Adrian and others.
smoke, cold, blood, gunpowder. Self-destruction, that's all I can feel in my state.
I know that I lost consciousness during the journey and during the last minutes I was there lying on the floor, thinking of my sweet and warm death, my brain was not working very well. Maybe I'm going crazy? No, fools do not arise if are or not.
- How come I'm here - I ask, turning to Denia, stopping their pointless monologue.
amazing blue eyes The girl's run through my face, stopping a moment in their efforts to fix the mess that I have in the face from the blows I received.
-Scott
found you, do not you remember? He told me that you passed out about five minutes before arriving here. Were frozen .- says, putting the soiled cotton in a plastic bag to keep working to clean .- How are you?
"I'm dizzy ... and I have very cold .- assure you, wrapped up yet lowest three blankets given to me .- And my brother?
I really want to ask someone else, but much that is Denia which is before me, the only addition to Lydia who knows my secret, I do not feel brave enough to face your eyes.
"I saw a while ago .- smiles, happy to be able to give me good news .- I was crazy, Adriana was hurt, do you, Dylan does not return and there are so many victims ... then swore to come see you.
instinctively turned her head to hear his sentence on Dylan. Do not come back? Where? Anxiety takes over for me and I forget when indifference.
- Did not ... come back?
"Apparently Ethan and he broke off to fetch you and Adriana. He has not yet appeared. But he will, Nora, is Dylan, is strong, remember? And we believe that these hunters are gone. Although ...
Before you can reply is heard a second shot and I can not prevent scalding tears come to my eyes as a strong nausea take over my body. I can not handle this, is too much for me.
"Oh God ... It is more serious than I thought .- Denia whispers, leaning over to give me a hug that just gets calm .- How much have you been involved?
-No I know, but I need to be well .- replied, closing his eyes tightly, trying to mitigate the pangs I feel in the temple by the amount of feelings that build up inside me.
And it is, really. Now the important thing is that you heal the wounds, the tape and sleep all night and part of the morning .- decided, turning away and leaving the small cabinet to the side .- This piece of stone is yours, so if someone comes and I want to get it, growling .- jokes, trying to make me laugh without success.
I stay quiet while she finished collecting and try to do something more comfortable "my piece of rock" by placing pillows and blankets so that it becomes a bed more or less acceptable.
"When you're more calm will come to see you to complete cure. Try to eat something .- adds, leaving aside a sandwich with a bottle of water.
It turns my stomach just looking at food.
"Thank you, Denia .- I say, feeling bad about not being able to appreciate more what you are doing for me.
the
"I do not give, if I could do more to help in this matter. But I think the usual advice does not work with the guy you have chosen .- .- reassures me I must go take care of others, I'm alone now that Adriana is wound.
- What happened? - I get to ask before you go.
"He burned his hand a little, nothing serious, we have sold and store your brother. Promised it would help us take advantage of the time .- I'm stealing, leave your things on the floor a moment to pick up his long black hair in a ponytail.
His face and I can identify the signs of fatigue.
"Do not force yourself much.
"There too many wounded, Nora ... I know that Ethan never admit it, but we are almost finished. The fire is in a strategic position and thank God protects us, but soon find the way to get here y, entonces, ¿qué haremos? ¿Cargar con los heridos en brazos? Somos una minoría.- noto la desesperación en su voz y no puedo evitar que un escalofrío me recorra el cuerpo.
Tiene toda la razón y pronto todos comenzarán a pensar como ella. Pero si nos rendimos, ¿qué nos quedará? No podemos dejar de sanar a los enfermos ni de luchar contra los cazadores por cobardía o miedo, debemos pelear por esa mínima posibilidad que tenemos de salir adelante.
Quiero decirle eso a Denia, convencerla de que no puede rendirse, pero las palabras no salen de mis labios cuando veo en sus ojos claros lo decidida que está a continuar con esto pese a que sus pensamientos son más que pesimistas. And all because she feels indebted to my brother. The feeling that overwhelms me is almost indescribable, first I want to scream do not have to behave well, but then again I understand and I sympathize with her.
"Maybe you're right ... - muttered .- Do not delay you any longer, I guess time is money right now.
"Rest. He encouraged me again .- before leaving, leaving me with a lump in my throat.
True, it is rare that someone makes me aware of my little adventure with Dylan, the relaxed way in which Denia talking about it, as if it were a state secret or the most important thing in the world, which is what that I think it helps me take things in stride and less relevant, but I always end up angry at her for not giving more importance. I guess I'm stupid, but I do not know how to handle the issue.
And now that he is lost in the woods, at the mercy of those crazy hunters devoted to God, like Ethan or others does not help to calm down. Do you really think destroy each person you are there? True
all students "leave" the forest for days, but many tourists and is the ranger and ... nothing makes sense. Are they only for the sick or is a stupid terrorist group that seeks to sow terror in a city without importance and Evansville?
I do not understand, I really do my best to try and I can not.
Trying to clear my mind and put aside everything else to not go crazy, I raise my head and stare at the infirmary, where they are now most concerned. To my delight and Scott and Taylor are out there, meaning they are safe somewhere. Unless the appointment of Taylor and Lydia have done spectacularly well and stay in it, which would be fantastic.
-Nora.
One word. My name. Nothing more. Dry silence. No one else seems to have heard, but I do and that's what matters to me.
Voice, who has pronounced, my heart stops for a moment while I look through the crowd, giving it among the last trees to give way to clear.
scratches on the cheeks, the smoke has blackened their skin and I can see tiny beads of sweat rolling down his temples. However, it has managed to keep intact his sweatshirt and pants, which tells me he has not been in direct contact with fire. He is healthy, without encouragement, but in one piece. And that's more than I expected.
-Dylan.
black eyes suddenly turning to where I am and I can almost see how to relax when they saw me alive, looking as if it were a strange apparition that had only been to disturb me.
No smile lit her face, just dodge the injuries that separate us and gets on my piece of rock, almost throwing me to wrap her arms, without stopping to think that someone can see. However, I soon realize that no one pays attention, there are things more important than a pair regained, especially when two people do not know what's up. I guess that deep fuss comes not bad, although I wish that all this nightmare ends soon.
Forgetting the rest of the world, close my eyes and respond to his embrace, trying to calm my nerves well and make sure that's really good. But while I have chosen to relax, he appears willing to see with their own hands that I do not even need a tip, why not stop moving his hands down my back, in an attempt to satisfy their need to make me feel safe and warm.
"Sorry, little one, I'm really sorry ... - no longer whispering, though I understand the reason for his apology.
upbraided him not fear you feel, I thought I had left things alone with him, but apparently I did not. Rather he must have confused our conversation, the way in which we had fired.
"It's all .- I reply, trying to end his constant plea for forgiveness.
I do not need just to calm him, this time what I need is someone to take control of the situation and make me obey and I promise everything will be fine. And to top it off, I still feel a chill that threatens to make me die there.
But maybe I can take advantage of the guilt of Dylan to stop shivering, right? I know, I have the romance of a brick, but after having been on the verge of freezing to death because the cold would have killed me if I had not made the gap in my head, I'm willing to keep my body heat first and then me realized that he, just him, he is embracing no matter what.
Sheltering arms between the small gap remaining between my body and yours, I lean more towards him, hoping that once and stop shivering and teeth stop chattering. It seems that my reaction has attracted the attention of Dylan, it turns away and looks me up and down.
does not like that time in my home, which makes me wonder if you just see something interesting in my body when I wear clothes that kind of more or less suggestive and not jeans with a jersey wrinkled by the bustle of the day. Lower your eyes up to my waist and back again to my eyes before letting go and get away from a fast and smooth movement for tendérmela sweatshirt.
-Put it on.
"You're going to freeze .- achievement whisper, somewhat stunned by the picture I have before me.
No, I do not really affect either the least that something short sleeve tight. And of course I do not care who looks to be Dylan and appears to have the intention to drown his arms and his chest as he obeyed.
The blood rises to my cheeks at once, but he did not know how to interpret the subject and frowns, as he always does things beyond the reasoning ability of people. And that gets me a smile.
"We have increased our ability to maintain temperature and you're frozen. Put it .- insists recovering his usual without realizing it.
This is starting to blow my nose a little more known and therefore I feel comfortable.
Hiding a smile, I accept and place it on the jersey, noting that comes huge and the smell of Dylan covers me completely. It's hot, I like more than you could ever acknowledge.
As I finish putting my hair out of his sweatshirt, he raises his hand healthy and puts me behind the ears, before leaning in and deposited on a warm kiss my face full of tenderness, a tenderness that would never have attributed .
- Who did this to you noses? - Questions, analyzing my bruises and gauze placed Denia the gap.
... I do not know - I reply, returning to the shelter in the blankets .- I was in the forest and several men surrounded me and said they would kill me and already had three.
I can not remember his words, but now that Dylan was interested in the topic, I begin to remember what happened and the terror comes over me. Do you really were talking about my family or the similarity between these people and my own parents and my brother were just a coincidence?
"I have killed someone whispered in a trembling voice .- by fear .- I think that is my father, who brought them ... I do not know, I heard things but does not make sense and ...
Something changes in her face , a slight sheen recognition in his eyes that makes me understand that he does know what is happening. And now when I realize that it feels obliged to answer, I am aware that this is the first change in our relationship and I feel something powerful.
- Dylan? - I call him, encouraging him to give me an explanation.
-Ethan is going to have another reason to kill me if I tell you, but ... well .- surrenders, sitting next to me and refuge to the waist in my mess of blankets .- A few days ago your brother overheard a conversation in secret between your parents. They talked about putting the case of the disease in the hands of a kind of sect that would kill to all those infected to eradicate the virus. Your father was in favor of it, although that included Ethan, but your mother supported the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving him the cure and allow ourselves to others in the hands of these madmen. They seemed determined to act immediately, but when we saw the firing of Samuel thought he had been up to them.
"But now is not a hoax .- concluded, knowing what would be his next words.
And my father is dead. My mother disappeared. And they think stop them all, including Dylan, because of both. I myself have been about to perish. The tears come back to me without noticing as the psychological pain is attached to the physical, making forget that the nightmare is not over yet and I'm still in danger despite the sense of security that spread nursing.
Frustrated by not being able to devote comforting words, Dylan is limited to stay with me, staying busy in pulling a thread of brown blanket that overlaps the other.
... Not that I adore adore my father. Daniel has always been strict, cold and somewhat unfriendly to me and Ethan, but after all it was he who took me to see Santa Claus as a child and I was determined to give my personal gift card or explained to me why should not fear thunderstorms. It was a good father into everything possible and now ... just not here.
The same people who have been ready to kill me, have skewed his life. And go after Ethan, my mother and all the infected persons in the brutal night in the woods.
However, this is not the right time to break down and mourn a death has not yet been confirmed. If Ethan is torn and see me, will not be able to go and solve problems. Because we all depend on what they decide and in the next few hours. Hunters or murderers or whatever will go in first light, but will return if not satisfied with their work. And I'm convinced that would not leave his work incomplete a second time.
- What can we do? I ask, trying to divert the topic of conversation with my father.
I do not know, Ethan is the decisions .- responds, shrugging .- But we're screwed.
The game is over. This is not something we can control and if we continue to face end up dead. While frowned upon, it is possible to do so anyway.
"No ... let anything happen to you .- Dylan says quietly, fixing his gaze on the infinite while his good hand touches mine under the covers timidly, not daring to do something else.
Have courage to kiss me but not to shake my hand and tell me protected? This is absurd. Or at least it is keeping in mind that I have always believed that this kind of things are done when there is still no confidence or security and then passed to the kissing stage. But no, we're doing everything wrong.
resigning myself to the strange relationship we have, and I think we have, turning my hand to him, inviting him to take the final step. And I refuse to be me who is the narrow, would be too.
"No I am only for me .- muttered, forgetting everything what I think. With that face
concentration gets when doing something new for him, covering my hand in his, intertwining our fingers before turning to face me.
"You do not have to worry about anything .- there is a slight let-confidence in his voice and when I realize how difficult it is for him to speak in that tone, being affable. It is curious to see efforts to change. While to get to feel affection for him. Though I suppose, unfortunately for me, this is not something new.
wish I could make the case and not to worry, but the gunfire continued, the stench of blood in nursing is increasingly unbearable and the nightmare seems to end. What is she doing my brother? "Lydia and Taylor will be fine?
I have to stop thinking of this as and be distracted, because I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. And Dylan may not be able to calm down, but you can keep busy. Or I think so.
- Have you cured your hand? "- Asked, earning a puzzled look on his part.
If the poor and normal it difficult to talk with me, even the more difficult it will be used to track my changes without any sense of depending solely on my thoughts.
"Hey ... no, I have not had time .- replied, trying to understand how I could link to our conversation with his stroke.
- What you've done? "I am concerned, unwilling to answer your questions as I bend down to pick the small kit that Denia has left me, hoping to find bandages inside.
Dylan smiles for a second, staring at his swollen knuckles. At least I got that he also focuses on what we are now.
-Say ... that Darren put me nerves .- says, widening his lopsided smile of a more than attractive.
-be jealous of a child ... - commented, holding his hand to start selling, knowing that I'm going to do with that anger. But the habit I can too and I can not resist the fun assured that gives me throw this kind of taunts.
- What? - Turns to me angry, seeking to defend himself would not dream .- envy of a kid like him.
- No? - Asked, raising her eyebrows innocently. My job keeps me busy, so I get rid of having to look at his face and hide my smile .- So that growl bit jealous so ... it was pure coincidence, right?
"I feel envious of him, but that does not mean that I liked the touch you that way ....
"It touched me. I kissed him .- corrected, avoiding a laugh.
He thinks I'm serious and that's really the best. Get up to forget I feel the pinpricks all over my body or migraine.
"It did very well .- adds more to make sure it was so for reminding me.
- How can you tell? "We also kissed you?
- Oh come on! - Exclaims, exasperated by my attitude while away bandaged hand and a flick .- You almost nailed the nose to the brain! This idiot had no idea, just because you helped him in the end it managed!
-Darren did not practice, I would have been the same .- defending him, ringing voice patient.
"You do not mind the same thing happened .- contradict me, lifting her chin stubbornly.
"Because it was you and you obviously had practice .- sentenced, assuming won the debate.
- Já! - Smiles, a look victorious .- Decision: it was also the first for me. Which proves my theory that Darren is a jerk.
Okay, you caught me. But I will not let get away with it, it's time you learn to not be so stubborn and not to insist. And although it's funny how that messes with Darren and see how you hate, I can not let them behave like this with a friend, but it is not in front.
"Maybe he's a normal guy and you have so much confidence in yourself and so much arrogance that you were born with that" gift ".- perfect. If I wanted was to let bad, I just give you more reasons to continue with the same.
- So good was it? - Asks with a triumphant smile on his lips, looking me straight in the eye.
"Oh, do not misunderstand my words .- I ask you, giving you a shoulder to push him away from me.
"No, I do not. You said it yourself .- laughs in a way that just reminds me of the old Dylan and that comforts me. It seems that everything has changed, but I'm not quite sure how long.
"You said I did not do wrong, perhaps the gift is mine, not yours .- clarified, trying to emerge victorious in the situation.
"Perhaps something of both.
chuckled, not knowing what else to say. Noto flushed cheeks and a kind of butterflies in the stomach that make me feel bad. Here I am, behaving like a stupid teenager while trying to kill us. But it is extremely unfair. I never had the opportunity to behave like a normal person and just when I posed the opportunity I have to reject it because they try to end my life.
- Are you okay? - Dylan asks suddenly, without my knowledge if you do because I put a strange face or because I've been silent for a while. However, when he raised his eyes to meet his inscrutable black eyes I realize referred to physical appearance, it provides my bruises with rage and remorse. Blamed for what happened to me.
"Something better, though ... I have given a good .- recognize, assuming that if I lie not going to believe me at all.
"If I ever find these animals, you swear that ... - stutters in mid-sentence, angrily shaking his head to get rid of that idea .- You'd better not cross my path.
"Honestly and I do not care what happens to them as long as they leave us in peace.
Another shot echoes through the forest and nursing is silent, even the most seriously injured complain and Denia and the other guys who have started to heal their comrades are stopped. We all have the same question in mind: Will there come the bullet to its target?
- Okay, guys, continue! We have no time to lose! - Cry Denia, taking charge of the situation to continue selling the arm of a boy who seems to have seen me in my course. Although now I'm not sure of anything.
"Maybe they need you, Dylan, you should not be here doing nothing .- I say to my regret.
-not help much being with Ethan while I can only worry about you .- I said so coldly that characterizes him as if nothing was moving in his words, which I almost overlooked the importance of that statement. But before we react, continues to speak .- And surely your brother will feel better if you know that I have been "protecting you, the end of the day I was with him that you would fetch.
Ignoring how good it is making me feel with his confessions, he takes my hand under the covers to start playing absently with my fingers.
Just keep quiet while the minutes are still crawling. Nora
0 comments:
Post a Comment