Chapter 12

"Now... what bout Race?"

I turned my body on the wooden floors so that I was sitting cross legged directly across from Jack. Was he wearing a new shirt or maybe that was just my imagination. I was still feeling a little light headed. Pushing myself backwards, I slowly inched my way until I felt the smooth side panel of the bed. Now at least I could rest my sore and tired bones. They were still under a lot of pressure, but not nearly as much as when I was sitting with nothing near my back except for Jack's legs and the legs of the chair. Not the most comfortable position in the world.

"Well, da way I'se seen it is dat whatever's got youse has also figured out a way ta get him," he looked as if he had just checked himself mentally, before continuing his thoughts, "but dat is only if whatever attacked youse is supernatural and the like. If it is not supernatural, well den dis means that perhaps it was just Racetrack's way ta go into shock or something like dat. I ain't never dealt with anything like dis so we can't be too sure yet. For all wese know, Race's just got some problem dat hasn't been seen by anyone yet." He put up a hand to stop my respond. Too bad he can't stop me from thinking because I felt like those brain waves were pulling double time in my mind. I guess that would make sense seeing as the most likely answer to what happened to Race is something supernatural, which would mean that my accident/ attack might have also been supernatural. It can happen, right? Well, I knew for sure that this wasn't just some weird disease showing itself now. That just wouldn't really make sense, especially with how it just randomly decided to show up now? Then again, nothing is ever random; a friend had taught me that.

"Anyway, point is wese actually not sure what happened to Race quite yet," he finished his summary of these logical points that probably did include what had happened to Race... not counting the supernatural one because that definitely was not part of the logical ideas.

"Dis can't just be random though!" I waved my left arm furiously at this idea. Ignoring the reckless pain in my arm, I continued to talk with vigor that wasn't needed or wanted for a conversation that was meant to stay private. " I'se mean, don't dis have ta be a supernatural thing? I'se mean, although I never actually saw the scars on my back before they were bandaged, they sounded really bad. Really bad as in probably not by a human, and den Race said something bout wings, which ain't very human neither." I got up and hung my left arm gingerly along the side of my body. I really should not have gotten so worked up. Drinking from the almost empty water glass, I wiped my mouth with the back of my right hand. That didn't hurt as much as waving my left arm did and I was comforted by the thought that at least my right arm wasn't as damned as my left one was.

"Youse got dat part right at least." He absently began to stroke his chin and looked deeper in thought than I had ever seen.

"Hey Jack?" I lightly tapped him on the shoulder. His head twitched and he looked towards me.

"Yeah, Art?"

"Do youse think we'll all be ok? I'se don't want to say it, but I'm really scared, Jack. All of these things are happening and we don't really know anything. We don't even know for sure whether or not these things are connected or not. Maybe everything's just really random so something? There are way too many choices and I don't know... I just don't know." I put my head in my hands and felt his arms go around my waist. I then felt him pull me up and into his lap, as his hands went gently to my back. As he gently rubbed my tender and still raw back, I let my eyes close and my body collapse.

"Wake up, Art." I rubbed my eyes and realized with a start that I was no longer sitting on Jack, but instead back in the bed. Racetrack and Jack were both sitting up with me this time, and they both seemed pretty tired. They must have been doing watches or something; well that was what I had figured.

"How long have I been sleeping this time?" I asked them before yawning. Stretching slowly, I came to notice that nothing hurt anymore. I was feeling great actually, as if I was ready to run a race or something of that nature. "Gosh, I feel great. Why do I feel so good?"

The two boys exchanged worried glances before Race took up the position to answer my questions. "Well, youse been sleeping about two days... roughly; and we had one of those -," He paused and quickly asked Jack what she called herself. He told Race quietly and quickly, too quickly for me, but it seemed like Race had been able to figure out what he said. Relaying the information to me, he continued his sentence, "We had one of those sorceresses come over." Jack jabbed Race in the elbow before turning towards me.

"Actually, we didn't have her come over..." he shot a warning glance at Race, who had been nursing his hurt elbow. "She just walked in and demanded to see youse; said she could fix youse and stuff so wese let her in." I cut him off at that last part and asked him what seemed to be a reasonable question. It was to me anyway.

"So, youse just let some witch come in and start poking God only knows what on me? Because she said she could help me? Are youse serious? Wese just lucky that it seems like she was telling the truth, but really?"

They looked sheepish and I was glad of that. They had to realize that letting in strange 'sorceresses' was just wrong. "Well, we was desperate! Youse looked dead!" Race shouted at me. "I wasn't gunna let youse just die when someone knew how to help!" I frowned and looked at him.

"Alright, no fighting now? My head kinda hurts..." He touched my head and frowned along with me. It was with his hand on my forehead that I seemed to faint once again. Although this time I was sure that I could hear a young woman's voice calling to me in my head. Must have just my nerves or something....

So, how was it? I seem to have people fainting all over the place these days xD Review guys?

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