Chapter 28
Sorry it took me so long again! I just got back in school and I got hit with some projects, on top of it being my birthday. Thanks Lu for the shout out. Sorry it took me so long once again.
Chase woke up with bright lights shooting his eyes, a terrible pain in his side, his head so lost in the gravity of space. He got up lingering above. He walked to his a mirror and gave himself a good look, and saw his scars and baggy eyes, colored a heavy black. A door slid open, and came in a girl with blond her running down her back. "Chase! You shouldn't be up!" She ran over there and tried lifting up the poor German Shepherd.
"I'm fine..." He said faintly, before getting lifted back up and thrown on top of the bed, again and getting wrapped in the sheets, "I'm telling you... I'm..." Chase had a hard time getting his words. His eyelids started to drop, and his words were cut into pieces by each breath he took.
"Let me see." The blond placed her hand on the nose of the German Shepherd and wrote it down, she then put her hand on the German Shepherd's forehead and wrote it down, "Well, you don't seem fine to me." She pulled out a Thermometer from her back pocket and and slid it into his mouth.
"I... I... am... trust me." The blond was having a hard time trying to read his results as his head kept swaying around.
"101.2," She said "give me a second I'll be right back with some medicine, and an ice pack and a fan to cool you off." She left, leaving the dazed German Shepherd to his sickness, and thoughts. He sat there staring at the door, watching the world spin around him. He spat out the Thermometer sitting in his mouth, and tossed the sheet all over the ground, and laid on the bare bed. He looked up at the celling and saw the white paint getting sucked into the sky.
He sighed, and closed his eyes tight. A door opened back up and in came the blond, carrying a bag and a fan in her hands, "Alright here you go." She hooked up the fan to a near by outlet and turned it on the highest setting, blowing gusts of wind to the German Shepherd, "here let me put this on you too." She dug into her bag and pulled out a giant ice pack and placed it on his head. She continued to dig in her bag, and pulled out a bottle with a little cup sitting on the top of it, "You are also going to have to drink this, sorry." He let out a painful chuckle and took the cup of grape medicine. He coughed it up a little as it came down. The blond took her hand and brushed it down the German Shepherd's back, "Don't worry you'll be fine." With that she left the room.
Chase had been laying on the bare bed, staring at the celling with an ice cold touch to his for head. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Chase woke up to the smell of pitch-black, and white stars. His eyes were spinning around in the room, he looked up and the ceiling spinning circles.
"Hey I got the mail!" Chase turned his head towards the door, and heard a shout from behind. He stood up from his bed, and fell to his knees. He slowly made his staggering way towards the door, and pulled it open. He made his way down a poorly lit hallway, where the sounds were as bright as the lights in it. He continued to make his way down in to a room of what was left of Roy G. Biv's.
"Alright so I got some... bills... bills... bills... a letter for me... a-"
"Hi guys..." Chase came staggering in.
"Chase? I thought you were resting?" A young man walked over to Chase, and checked him out with concern.
"I was, but I'm fine." pushed past the young man and took a seat on the couch where other dogs had laid.
"Chase are you feeling better?" A Cockapoo drew herself close to Chase.
"Yeah. I am." The Cockapoo sighed, in great relief.
"So...," the young man had went back to shuffling through papers, "Yeah, I guess that's it-" A door flew open from the outside, and in walked a young lady with blond hair, "Hi Katie. Why are you here?" She made no reply, except her single, hard steps towards the young man. She took from her pocket a white envelope and handed it to him. He stared at it for a second, and took a deep breath.
"What, What is it?" An English Bulldog asked. The young man lifted up his head, and had showed a blank face. Katie had been pacing the floor, running her hand down the backs of her hair.
"What?! What is it?!" Everyone had their attention facing a white husky.
"It's...," the young man had taken a deep breath, "it's a letter from Marshall's family..." The room went silent.
"Marshall's... family?" The Cockapoo asked. The young man nodded his head in agreement.
"Wha—what are you going to tell them about Mawshall? Do they know that he is missing?" The young man just shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders.
"What do you think we should do?" The young man asked.
"We—we have got to tell them." The Cockapoo added.
"But who?" The young man looked over and saw Chase sitting down next to the Cockapoo, "Chase?" Chase had gotten called in to the world and faced the young man, "Chase you wouldn't mind telling them... about... Marshall?" Chase took a deep breath in.
"Yeah I'll tell em'." Then nothing more than an awkward silence fell.
Scruffy asked a question on my story. I am a man of many things, but telling secrets ain't one. You are just going to have to wait and find out. :) Don't get mad.
