And another... This is based in about...2005 just in case your wondering...
It was difficult for me to get through airport security after what happened four years ago, not to mention that earlier in the summer, while I was in the hospital in fact, London had been bombed. I was on the plane however, resting. My leg hurt because of the brace and the fact that everyone and their mother seemed to crash into it. My leg was healing quickly the doctors told me, and said it would be alright for me to walk without the crutches for a little while each day. I was sure that I had bruises everywhere now though. My luggage would be interesting to say the least.
The flight took forever, but soon enough I was in another country, taking in the cold air, since it was mid November. It was quite foggy too. I managed to lever my luggage off the carousel, seeing as none of the Americans from my flight wanted to assist me. I wanted to use my powers, but I couldn't without causing widespread panic. Finally, after spending ten minutes trying to figure out how to work the wheelchair and my rolling luggage, a nice man decided to help me to where I needed to go. He had just flown home from a business week in the US, and was glad to be of help. I smiled. If only Americans would be so polite.
After that the man who stamped my passport helped me dig out my crutches, seeing as I would need them soon enough, I couldn't take the airport wheelchair with me. I was out of all the chaos and into a much larger world of chaos, looking for the place that I would be meeting my friend. I thought I heard my name, but shrugged it off, only to be all but attacked by this blue blur. I was startled, and dropped my luggage and a crutch. He pulled away, his hands on my shoulders. I almost fell over, and he frowned.
"Sorry, I forgot to mention I was still on my crutches." I said.
"No, that's alright. I'll help you. Come on. Lets go." He said, picking things up and helping me situate myself with the luggage.
We were on the train after a half hour of trying to find it and get there. My bag luckily wasn't too heavy, since I had figured out a way to make it lighter, and smaller seeming. My forgotten friend had given me the idea somehow. Packing away the crutches for the mad dash from the Underground station, across various bustling streets full of traffic, to our hotel, we began the trek. We also managed to get slightly lost. By the time that my leg was really starting to hurt, we made it to the hotel, and were helped inside. I sighed, glad that we were close to our goal for the moment. I plopped onto one of the beds, feeling winded.
"Are you alright?" He asked in German, then again in English.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just need to use my crutches for the rest of the day. It kind of sucks, but at least I know I can manage a trip from the station to here with luggage. The return trip should be easy enough." I said.
"Come on, let's go out then. Bring your crutches." He said.
I nodded. He helped me to stand, handed my crutches to me, and we were on our way. It was a little awkward to change in the rather small bathroom, with my leg brace, so I decided not to wear it for that short time. We were finally back in our hotel, having stayed out pretty late. It was an amazing city, and we wouldn't even see half of it. I was glad to have collapsible crutches, they were easy to carry around that way. The third day saw us walking around town, checking out the sites once more, going to a movie. He had a hold of my hand, and was leading the way.
There was a sudden loud noise, and my leg caved. I would have fallen to the rather wet ground had he not caught me first.
"Oh no, was that what I think it was?" I whispered.
"I hope not. Let's get back to the hotel." He said.
He helped me straighten up, and then we traveled the hotel, by the Underground. Not many people were panicking, so that was a good sign. He helped me to the room, where I sat, suddenly chilled. He sat across from me, on his bed, and looked so pale. I was shivering uncontrollably.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"I don't know. I suddenly…started to shiver. It's so cold." I said.
He got up, wrapping me up in my jacket, sitting next to me. I felt like I was in a river of ice, and blushing wasn't even beginning to melt it all. I looked at my hands, I pressed them together, praying for courage. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Adam, I" I began, I felt his hands on mine.
"I know. I have been waiting for you to tell me." He said softly.
"I didn't though. Not really." I said, looking at him.
"I know. But you've been trying, for a long time." He said.
I smiled at him. He put his arm around my shoulder, holding me close. I put my head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted. The next thing I remembered was shooting up from a position on the bed. There had been a large crash. Adam sat up next to me, and I blushed. We must have fallen asleep. There was another loud boom, and the hotel started to shake. I fell off the bed, only to be pulled to my feet, and helped towards the door. The windows shattered, and we hit the floor, pieces of the glass cutting into our exposed skin.
I heard a sound, something that was suddenly familiar. I looked up, trying to find where the noise was coming from. There was another crash, and something flew at us. There was numbing pain, I felt blood pouring down my forehead. Adam was next to me, trying to help me to stand. I pulled him down as another blast went through the room. I covered his head, praying that we would get out of this alright.
Alright, so apparently there's a bunch of stuff thats a bit mixed up. Like some of the names. The 'friend' is supposed to be named Adam. If you see something otherwise, please let me know... I tend to work on three or four stories at once, and sometimes misplace a name... more than sometimes I suppose.