Sweet Dreams
" You're so sure? "
" Yes. "
" How much? "
" I'd've given up my life. "
* * * * *
Narration changes to Neal
She will. She won't. She will. She won't. As I rock in my chair back
and forth, I argue with myself, whether Kel will make it through or not.
When I rock forward, she'll live. Back-50 percent chance of that happening.
Holding the part where the arrow hit me, doesn't hurt anymore. Father
did it so there wasn't a hole in my chest.
I looked at Kel, who was across the room, in my bed. Father put her
there, because I requested. Though puzzled, he did it.
Kel is all wrapped up in blankets. Father said her fingers are icy cold
and so is her skin. That's why she's shivering violently. Though, I don't
think that's the case. Doesn't she have the flu, I protest. Then wouldn't
her fever warm her up?
Her fear has vanished, answered Father. For the thousandth time I've told
you. Her flu has disappeared.
Me and father have had this conversation a million times. I know it all
by heart.
Kel whispers something.
I get up and stroke her back. She even shivers at my touch. Again, she
whispers something. I lean down to hear her.
" Help me! " she begs. " Help me! "
Salty tears go down my face. Kel's needs help and I can't give it to
her.
Then tears go down her pale cheek. She has lost so much blood. I wipe
them away, and I swear at that moment that her tears were like frozen ice.
" Neal? " her voice, wavering. " Neal? " she panics.
" Kel, I'm here. " I was right there and she didn't know it.
Without opening her pretty eyes, she grabs my hand and holds it to her
chest. " You won't leave will you? I can't bear it. You know, I can't. "
Again she starts crying, but silently.
"No! Never. Now, hush. Go to sleep. It'll do you good. "
And she drifted off to a happy dream. At least that's what I hypothesize
from her beautiful smile.
Note: See, peoples. * I think that's my favourite word * Kel is not
dead. Anyways, did I say she was? Maria only said she 'fainted.' And Neal
did not die. I only said 'he was sure, he wouldn't survive!' You people,
take this thing too seriously. Kidding. Anyways! Happy, y'all. Lady
Ainet? People * There's that word again. * out there.
" Yes. "
" How much? "
" I'd've given up my life. "
Narration changes to Neal
She will. She won't. She will. She won't. As I rock in my chair back
and forth, I argue with myself, whether Kel will make it through or not.
When I rock forward, she'll live. Back-50 percent chance of that happening.
Holding the part where the arrow hit me, doesn't hurt anymore. Father
did it so there wasn't a hole in my chest.
I looked at Kel, who was across the room, in my bed. Father put her
there, because I requested. Though puzzled, he did it.
Kel is all wrapped up in blankets. Father said her fingers are icy cold
and so is her skin. That's why she's shivering violently. Though, I don't
think that's the case. Doesn't she have the flu, I protest. Then wouldn't
her fever warm her up?
Her fear has vanished, answered Father. For the thousandth time I've told
you. Her flu has disappeared.
Me and father have had this conversation a million times. I know it all
by heart.
Kel whispers something.
I get up and stroke her back. She even shivers at my touch. Again, she
whispers something. I lean down to hear her.
" Help me! " she begs. " Help me! "
Salty tears go down my face. Kel's needs help and I can't give it to
her.
Then tears go down her pale cheek. She has lost so much blood. I wipe
them away, and I swear at that moment that her tears were like frozen ice.
" Neal? " her voice, wavering. " Neal? " she panics.
" Kel, I'm here. " I was right there and she didn't know it.
Without opening her pretty eyes, she grabs my hand and holds it to her
chest. " You won't leave will you? I can't bear it. You know, I can't. "
Again she starts crying, but silently.
"No! Never. Now, hush. Go to sleep. It'll do you good. "
And she drifted off to a happy dream. At least that's what I hypothesize
from her beautiful smile.
Note: See, peoples. * I think that's my favourite word * Kel is not
dead. Anyways, did I say she was? Maria only said she 'fainted.' And Neal
did not die. I only said 'he was sure, he wouldn't survive!' You people,
take this thing too seriously. Kidding. Anyways! Happy, y'all. Lady
Ainet? People * There's that word again. * out there.