When I finished reading the text, my hand clamped over my mouth, and I felt hot tears begin to cloud my eyes again. "Nora? Angel, what's wrong?" Patch was now standing in front of me with his hands on the side of my cheeks. I slowly showed the Patch the text, and I saw his jaw clench. "Dabria." Patch nearly growled. I then suddenly felt light headed, and my stomach did flips, which made me cringe. "I'll kill that," Patch then noticed my expression, and almost immediately became worried. "Nora?" Patch asked me worriedly. I then felt like I was going to be sick, and at first I thought I was going to be sick, until the pain came. "Nora?" Patch asked once more. Then, it hit; a raging pain that fought with my insides. I screamed. I winced in pain as my stomach felt like it was going to explode as I doubled over on the ground. "Nora!" Patch then was leaning next to me as I continued to wince and moan in pain. "It hurts, it hurts so much!" I cried. I felt like I wanted to die.
"Where, Nora, where does it hurt?" Patch directed me worriedly. I clenched my stomach, and he gazed down with fear written all over his face. "Nora, Nora you're bleeding," I looked down to see a blue liquid seeping through my stab wound. Wait, blue? What the hell? I winced once again as a squirt of blue blood seeped onto Patch's rug. I was now shaking as the pain continued. "Devil craft, it must have been placed in your food," Patch explained. Patch then lifted me up in a cradling position and carried me to his bedroom. I was shaking, and crying, and I just wanted the pain to go away, but it continued to linger close to me. When Patch laid me down on his bed, I squeezed my eyes shut, and moaned. Patch then left the room, and returned with a first aid kit, and a strange looking drink.
"Angel, I can heal you, but it's going to hurt, a lot." Patch clenched his jaw when he said, "A lot." I wanted the pain gone, so I winced, and replied sharply with. "Just do it," I knew it would hurt Patch to make him hurt me further, but I couldn't stand it anymore. Patch looked at me sadly, and then pulled out a pair of strange looking devices out of the first aid kit. Almost like a gun, but stranger looking. Patch then filled the gun up with the strange looking liquid, and pushed a button on the gun that made a needle pop out the end. I almost fainted at the sight of the needle. I hate needles. Then I cried out as the pain on my stomach worsened, and Patch squeezed my hand tightly.
"Angel, breathe. This is going to get rid of the devil craft," Patch pointed to the gun thing. "But it will hurt more than it does right now." Patch sadly explained. I could see pain in his eyes as he stuck the needle into my stomach, and I cried out loudly as the needle pinched my skin. "I'm so sorry, angel." Patch continued to whisper as he pushed the liquid into my body with the gun trigger. I screamed now, ear piercing screams that I couldn't believe were mine. Fire. My stomach was on fire. Sweat was sliding down my forehead, and the whole time, I could see Patch holding my hand tightly, and I could hear his soft whispers of apology as the pain continued. Put the fire out! It hurts so bad! I can't do this! PLEASE! I thought. Patch heard my thoughts, and almost immediately put a wet rag on my forehead, and smoothed my cheeks with his hands softly as I was breathing heavily. "It's almost over, Nora, just a little longer," Patch whispered to my ears. I could hear my breathing slow, and my pain was easing away slowly. I then felt no pain, only exhaustion.
"Nora, I'm so sorry I had to do that." Patch whispered into my ears as I felt a sob rise in his chest. I pulled Patch's face up to look at me, and I ran my hand through his dark hair. It's over, the pain is over. "It's okay, Patch. I'm here," I replied breathlessly. Patch then pulled me into his arms, and kissed my wet cheeks and forehead as I closed my eyes. "Sleep, angel." Patch whispered to me. I couldn't help but flopback down on Patch's bed, and shut my eyes. I felt Patch snuggle close to me, and pull his covers over my small body. The last thing I felt was a soft kiss on my cheek before sleep kicked in.
