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Chapter 12

—Leila's POV—

I let out a sigh as I sit up on a roof a little bit away from Esra and Sinbad's home. The warm sun felt relaxing, as I pulled my hood up a little bit to make sure my hair was covered.

It had been just under three months since the incident, but I was still a little bit shaken up. After my uncle found out where I was, he knew an illegal doctor who fixed my shoulder almost entirely. While it's functioning, it still gets sore often. My other injuries were fully healed and I was getting back into a routine, but I don't feel like myself.

What is becoming concerning is Esra's health. She's reluctant to admit it, but she's getting worse. She's tired far more often and coughs or has trouble breathing. Sinbad was still doing what he could in town to get her medicine, and he was using some of the money left from that bounty, but I'm starting to wonder if it will be enough.

I feel someone lightly smack my head, looking up to glare at the only person it could be.

"Don't do that," scolds Sinbad before sitting close to me.

"Do what," I question pulling my knees closer, glaring at the purple haired teenager. He rolls his eyes bumping my left shoulder with his right one.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," says Sinbad laughing a little as I blush looking away. "Things will work out, Leila. My mom will be fine…"

I watch as I can see him looking at me hopefully. I know he's not certain, but has to hope for the best. Esra's the only family he has left.

"I know, Sin," I mutter looking up at the cloudless sky. "I'm just used to things going wrong, so I just worry. Plus after everything you all did…"

"You're impossible," laughs Sin a little bit before standing up. "Come on, Leila. We should head home."

I pause before standing up. It's still a little weird to think about here as home. As we start to head down I voice my thoughts to Sinbad.

"It's not weird...well I guess maybe to you it is," rambles Sinbad as he offers me a hand as I move to jump off a large barrel, finishing my climb down. I take his hand as he continues. "But it's totally normal. I'd be worried if it didn't feel like home."

"I guess," I shrug as we walk back.

"Come on," laughs Sinbad again. "Why are you being all shy again?" I just shrug not looking at Sinbad. "Wait a minute," says Sinbad taking hold of my upper arm. I look at him, feeling bad as he give me a concerned look. "Are you okay? Both mom and Vartan said you might struggle a little mentally. Are you starting to-"

"No, Sin," I says rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm not feeling sad, or depressed, or anxious...well I guess I'm a little nervous about if your mom's going to be okay…" Pausing I take a deep breath before continuing. "Really. Right now I'm okay."

"If you want to talk," says Sinbad letting go as we fall into step together.

"Oh," I ask smirking, "and how would that work? When having a conversation with you it's hard to get in a word." I laugh as Sinbad attempts to glare but smiles instead.

"I like seeing you like this," says Sinbad as I look at him curious, before he smirks at me. "You're kind of cute when you laugh." I look away blushing taking a sideways step away from Sinbad. "It's cute when you're embarrassed too," says Sinbad, satisfaction with himself clear in his voice and on his face.

"You're such a flirt," I mutter pushing him a little as he starts to laugh. I take a few steps in front of him, entering the doorway.

I pause as I enter, noticing Esra on the ground.

"Ms. Esra," I say worried as I drop down to her side quickly. Sinbad noticing quickly moves next to me. "Me. Esra? Can you hear me?"

I listen as she lets out a small groan as Sinbad tries to get her to respond. After a minute, she opens her eyes, looking around confused.

"What's going on," she asks trying to sit up, only to start coughing violently.

"Lie back down for now," says Sinbad, worry in his voice. "We came in and it looks like you collapsed."

"Oh...no," says Esra, trying to sit up again. I quickly get on her other side helping to support her as she lets out a few shorter, less serious coughs. She looks at me giving me a small smile, as Sinbad gives her some medicine to help her cough. "I'm sure I just need some sleep," says Esra taking a shaky sip. "I haven't been sleeping well."

"Mom," says Sinbad, sounding really worried. "You're getting worse. This isn't just being tired. You need to rest. Don't be stubborn. You wouldn't let-"

Sinbad stops abruptly looking at me, looking guilty. I shift realizing he was going to make a comment about what happened to me. I'm still kind of freaked out by everything and scared of getting caught so they both have tried to avoid mentioning the incident with the bandits.

"Esra," i say quietly, suddenly nervous as they all look at me. "Sin's right. You're sick and you need to rest. You insisted I do that for a reason...so now I guess it's my turn to tell you to do the same…" I pause shifting as Esra smiles a little, making me uncomfortable, and instantly causing me to regret what I'm saying. "We should probably...um...Sin a little help."

"Okay," says Sinbad a little surprised by what I said. "We should get you into bed, mom. After that I'll let Daria know what happened and try to figure out what to do from there."

"Alright," says Esra.

We both start to help Esra up, as she continues to cough and struggle a bit to breath. Quickly we get her into bed and Sinbad start to try to do what he can to help her. I do what I can and try to help, but I'm not exactly great with medicine or this type of thing.

After a while Esra starts to sleep, and Sinbad stands up seeming less panicked than before. I watch as Esra breaths somewhat evenly. There has to be something that we can do to help her. Maybe that doctor my uncle know can-

"Leila," says Sinbad snapping me out of my thoughts. I look at him as he studies me worried. "You okay? You seemed...lost."

"Yeah," I mutter as Sinbad moves a bit closer to me. "Just trying to figure out what I can do to help. I'm not very good at this stuff."

"Could you stay here, while I go talk to Daria," says Sinbad a bit hesitant. "I take after my dad more, and something tells me fishing won't really help with this situation. I could use her advice."

I nod, not sure if I'll be able to say yes and actually sound confident.

"I'll be right back, Leila," says Sinbad.

"I know," I sigh. I look at Sinbad smiling a little. "We'll be okay."

"Yeah...thanks for...you know."

I pause not sure what to say, but don't get the chance as Sinbad leaves. I wait a while, doing random chores, trying to keep myself busy but quiet as Esra sleeps.

After an hour, I'm starting worry about what's Sinbad's doing.

"Leila," I stop spinning around quickly as Esra looks at me concerned.

"Sorry," I mutter, suddenly embarrassed. "You should go back to sleep." I move a little closer so that I can try to keep Esra from being stubborn.

"I'll be fine," remarks Esra. "You can…um…" I tilt my head not getting what she was trying to say. "Your hood."

I reach up, realizing I never took it off. I mumble an excuse as I pull it down.

"I know you're nervous and feel guilty, Leila. Just relax. Everything will be fine."

"I know," I say, looking down as Esra gently smiles at me. "I'm just not used to how-"

"Everyone okay," questions Sinbad a smile on his face as he enters. I can see his eyes hold concern.

"Don't worry, Sin," scolds Esra.

"I get it from you," teases Sinbad, glancing at me a bit confused. "I talked to Daria, so for now let's just keep going."

"Okay," I say looking between the two of them. I try to smile, but know it's not quite as confident as Sinbad's. "Then let's do that." I blush as Sinbad laughs a bit at me and Esra tries not to laugh as openly.

Soon I find myself laughing a little. I really do care about them.