her dirty singlet with ease.
“Give me the aid kit!” The voice was
male and sounded calm through all the strange chaos that seemed to shout in her
head. Something pressed against the side of her stomach and she screamed again,
arms pinned to the ground.
Frey felt her whole body go cold. I
think I’m dying…
Darkness crept into her vision, not
the fog of unconsciousness like before, but total and utter blackness.
The last month replayed in her mind
like she was watching a fast forward version of it, not even witnessing it
through her own eyes.
She opened them to see Jin standing
over her, looking concentrated and focusing on her abdomen. She wanted to reach
out and grab his hand, but darkness slowed her before she had the time.
Frey opened her eyes. She had just had a dream, but
she couldn’t for the life of her remember what it had
been… she was staring up at a roof that she didn’t recognize.
It was white.
Frey frowned and turned her head.
The walls were made out of glass, the room huge. There was a drip attached to
her arm and she was staring at it, trying to figure out why it was connected to
her.
It all came back at the same time.
She reached over and tore the drip out of her arm, swinging her feet over the
edge and sitting up. She almost fainted and looked down to see fresh blood well
up beneath the startlingly white t-shirt. It was so white it hurt her eyes.
Frey put a hand to the side of the wall, a groan escaping her.
“What the- Lay down! You can’t be-“
Frey grabbed the hand as it touched
her shoulder. She twisted it, knowing there was no way could throw him in her
condition. He yelped in pain and surprise and Frey could hear others approaching.
The guy was down on his knee to prevent his fingers from breaking and yelled at
the advancing footsteps to help him.
Frey dropped his hand and let a
right hook fly towards the approaching woman. The blood loss and pain made her
clumsy and she missed. Someone grabbed her around the middle, pinning her arms
to her sides, surprisingly gentle.
Frey bit back the cry as her wound
opened further. Then she stopped fighting. She couldn’t win. Not like this.
Right now she was making the situation worse by weakening herself. Going slack
with exhaustion, she let the others close in. A third voice rang over the rest.
“What are you doing?”
“She attacked me!”
“I sure hope you didn’t just grab
her without warning,” a female voice said.
The one who Frey had attacked went
quiet.
“All of you. Back to work. It’s
still chaotic out there,” the man said, snapping his fingers a few times
quickly to get them moving. The one holding Frey carefully released one arm to
circle it under her legs, lifting her and carrying her back to the bed as if
she weighed nothing at all. Sweat was running down Frey’s face and along her
spine. She felt too hot and weaker than ever.
“She’s really warm,” the one that
had carried her said with concern.
I know that voice…
Frey struggled against the darkness.
She found herself looking up into Jin’s familiar face. She stared wide-eyed at
him for a few seconds, just taking in his familiar features, letting them wash
away the pain. The pain was intense, but she threw her arms around him anyway,
sobbing against his shoulder.
“Jin! Oh my god, Jin , how did
you get here ?! ”
Frey released Jin to look at him. He
hadn’t been hugging her back and looked very confused and almost sad. “Jin?”
Frey asked, letting the man with Jin’s face, go. He shook his head once.
“My names Jonas.” He glanced up at
the man somewhere behind Frey. “But my friends call me Jon.”
Frey was leaning away from him now. her lungs clenched, keeping her from uttering a word.
“Jon. Could you leave us? I think
this is all a bit too much for her at the moment.”
The man named Jonas rose.
It was the clothes that made her
mind catch up to the fact that this was not her childhood friend, even if they
shared the same
“Give me the aid kit!” The voice was
male and sounded calm through all the strange chaos that seemed to shout in her
head. Something pressed against the side of her stomach and she screamed again,
arms pinned to the ground.
Frey felt her whole body go cold. I
think I’m dying…
Darkness crept into her vision, not
the fog of unconsciousness like before, but total and utter blackness.
The last month replayed in her mind
like she was watching a fast forward version of it, not even witnessing it
through her own eyes.
She opened them to see Jin standing
over her, looking concentrated and focusing on her abdomen. She wanted to reach
out and grab his hand, but darkness slowed her before she had the time.
Frey opened her eyes. She had just had a dream, but
she couldn’t for the life of her remember what it had
been… she was staring up at a roof that she didn’t recognize.
It was white.
Frey frowned and turned her head.
The walls were made out of glass, the room huge. There was a drip attached to
her arm and she was staring at it, trying to figure out why it was connected to
her.
It all came back at the same time.
She reached over and tore the drip out of her arm, swinging her feet over the
edge and sitting up. She almost fainted and looked down to see fresh blood well
up beneath the startlingly white t-shirt. It was so white it hurt her eyes.
Frey put a hand to the side of the wall, a groan escaping her.
“What the- Lay down! You can’t be-“
Frey grabbed the hand as it touched
her shoulder. She twisted it, knowing there was no way could throw him in her
condition. He yelped in pain and surprise and Frey could hear others approaching.
The guy was down on his knee to prevent his fingers from breaking and yelled at
the advancing footsteps to help him.
Frey dropped his hand and let a
right hook fly towards the approaching woman. The blood loss and pain made her
clumsy and she missed. Someone grabbed her around the middle, pinning her arms
to her sides, surprisingly gentle.
Frey bit back the cry as her wound
opened further. Then she stopped fighting. She couldn’t win. Not like this.
Right now she was making the situation worse by weakening herself. Going slack
with exhaustion, she let the others close in. A third voice rang over the rest.
“What are you doing?”
“She attacked me!”
“I sure hope you didn’t just grab
her without warning,” a female voice said.
The one who Frey had attacked went
quiet.
“All of you. Back to work. It’s
still chaotic out there,” the man said, snapping his fingers a few times
quickly to get them moving. The one holding Frey carefully released one arm to
circle it under her legs, lifting her and carrying her back to the bed as if
she weighed nothing at all. Sweat was running down Frey’s face and along her
spine. She felt too hot and weaker than ever.
“She’s really warm,” the one that
had carried her said with concern.
I know that voice…
Frey struggled against the darkness.
She found herself looking up into Jin’s familiar face. She stared wide-eyed at
him for a few seconds, just taking in his familiar features, letting them wash
away the pain. The pain was intense, but she threw her arms around him anyway,
sobbing against his shoulder.
“Jin! Oh my god, Jin , how did
you get here ?! ”
Frey released Jin to look at him. He
hadn’t been hugging her back and looked very confused and almost sad. “Jin?”
Frey asked, letting the man with Jin’s face, go. He shook his head once.
“My names Jonas.” He glanced up at
the man somewhere behind Frey. “But my friends call me Jon.”
Frey was leaning away from him now. her lungs clenched, keeping her from uttering a word.
“Jon. Could you leave us? I think
this is all a bit too much for her at the moment.”
The man named Jonas rose.
It was the clothes that made her
mind catch up to the fact that this was not her childhood friend, even if they
shared the same
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