I could hear voices in the room I was laying in. I kept my eyes closed and listened.
" Luke found her?" I heard Christina's panicked voice ask.
"He knows you're here." Matthew replied.
"It's to dangerous for me to be here now. I have to go."
"It's even more dangerous on your own."
"What about everyone else?"
"He's coming back regardless if you are here or not."
"What do you mean…?"
"He wants Reina, He said he didn't leave unfinished business."
Silence.
"She could go with me." Christina said after a hushed silence.
"She has to heal. She can't go on the road like that."Matthew answered, "She has 2 fractured ribs , a shattered shin bone…"
"A broken wrist and that massive burn on her stomach. I know." Christina finished with a sigh.
It seemed as though the stinging sensation on the surface of my stomach had turned into agony on my stomach and chest. I agreed with Matthew, I wouldn't be going anywhere in this condition. I heard someone enter, "I heard that Arina has been hurt. I thought I might visit her." I heard the voice of someone familiar.
That someone familiar happened to bring the thought of red to mind, had precise speaking and though I wasn't looking at him, made me visualize a scar. There was an awkward silence, "Are you her friend or something?" Christina asked. "We are acquainted." Mr. Crepsley replied. "Is it smart that you be around her?" The voice of Christina asked. Judging from her voice, I thought of her with narrowed eyes , glaring at the orange-haired man.
"I can control my thirst, thank you." He shot back.
Thirst?
"Stuffy old bat…" I heard Christina mummer, "It should be a rule that your not allowed to be around her." She said.
"Well there is not one, and I have no trouble being around her, and seemingly, nor does she around me." I heard Mr. Crepsley say. Matthew was silent, I assume he wanted to be left out of the two's petty debate. All was quiet for a moment. "Whatever." I heard Christina say, it sounded like it was through gritted teeth.
"How long has she been asleep?" Mr. Crepsley asked. " Two days." Matthew answered plainly. "Hm…" Mr. Crepsley said." May I take a look at her burn? " he seemed to be asking to avoid conflict. "It's a bit nasty." Christina chimed in, in an airy fake-sweet tone.
"I'll take my chances." He answered. I heard some steps being taken toward me. I dared not open an eye, I had a hunch that it was best to pretend as if I were still sleeping. I felt the covers be drawn back from my shoulders down. I repressed a shiver; it was unusually cold.
It was so cold…Except for my stomach. The flesh of it felt like it was being lit on fire, or the electricity was still running through it. I felt the wrapping around my stomach be undone, the last few coils stuck to my burnt skin. "If infection get's in she's done for." He stated. I could feel his gaze on my bare stomach.
"Matty here sort of figured that out. He went to med school." Christina snorted. "And I have walked the earth many years before 'Matty' was even born." Mr. Crepsley shot back at her. I wondered what made Christina dislike Mr. Crepsley so much.
I heard hushed whisper between Larten and Matthew. " Might as well give it a try." Mr. Crepsley said. I assumed he was speaking to Matthew. He took a few steps towards me. I heard a spitting sound. I felt something wet on my stomach.
"What in bloody hell is he doing!?" I heard Christina roar.
"Shh…Just watch." Matthew said, calming her
I felt more spit fall onto my burn. I was about to sit up and yell, "STOP IT!" but I didn't. I didn't because something happened- I could feel the pain on my burn fading quickly. It was if it was healing.
I heard an awed silence.
"Awesome" Christina said softly
"Amazing." Matthew stated.
When the two spoke, it was as if the silent words had sliced through the air. " I have to speak to you outside. Please." Matthew said, cutting into the awed silence. "Very well." Mr. Crepsley said calmly. I heard shuffled footsteps. "hey wait for me!" I heard chrstina yell at the other two. I was alone. I cracked my eyes open for a moment.
Mr. Crepsley had forgotten to cover my stomach back up and what I said made me take in a gasp of air. The burn was gone. It was entirely faded, leaving only the faintest trace of a scar.
How had he done it? I asked myself.
Then the more important question struck me…
What the hell was he?