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Dig my Grave

Chapter 20

Cold

Freezing, she was freezing. Thousands upon thousands of invisible needles stabbed into her as she broke the surfaces again. She had no energy left to fight. She wanted to, she really did. But the cold embrace that welcomed her after the needles stopped biting at her felt so...calming. Almost like a pillow, Putting its arms around her as she closed her eyes.

She felt the air rush back into her lungs once again when she felt Cryptor push down on her chest. She looked up at him. He was relieved. But wouldn't it have been better if she had…? Her eyes closed again and she lay there panting. She could feel his strong arms pick her up and carry her back toward the house. She wasn't sure when she fell asleep.

She felt something cold against her lips. Someones fingers parted her lips and she could taste the water. It felt good to her. She was hot...why was she hot? Wasn't she freezing a few minutes ago? Where was she? She felt something on her arm. It felt slightly heavy. Her fingers ran over it. Someones hand snatched her fingers from it. She heard a garbled voice, but she couldn't make out what it was saying. Everything didn't sound right.

She opened her eyes a little and looked around. She was seeing double, or it was hazy. Her vision couldn't tell which to concentrate on. It made her n...She rolled onto her side and someone grabbed her head a little forcefully and...throwing up felt...raw. Like there was nothing to throw up except the water she had just drank. She was so thirsty…

"She's not able to keep anything down General...just throw her out. Why is she any special?" A nindroid asked. She heard a match being lid. She could smell the smoke. She hated cigars.

"She is my female!" Cryptors' voices bellowed within the room. "Go fetch Borg! Now!" She could hear the voices as they all yelled their confirmation. A soft hand rested on her forehead and a gentle whistle could be heard just near her ear.

"I know...but I've got to try Mindroid...she has so readily given me her blood. The least I can do is insure that she is...cared for." She felt the bed give just behind her. She felt a soft kiss to her neck. "I love her."

"Confessions can be a dangerous thing general." She had to have been asleep for some time unless they had Dr. Borg already within the building. "Shoo...shoo." He waved Mindroid away from Osha. "You didn't impregnate her did you?" Borg narrowed his eyes at Cryptor. Cryptor chuckled and shook his head.

"That would be impossible wouldn't it Borg." Borg motioned for Cryptor to move back a little. Borg pushed Osha on her back and pulled out something fitting it into his ear and looking at Osha.

"She almost drown." Cryptor informed Borg.

"Yes I see that...as well as multiple wounds I'm noticing along her...probably from a previous fight. A three cracked ribs that have mended nicely, a broken arm, an ankle, oh and that poor pinky toe. Probably the fault of a coffee table. Yes humans have that problem a lot." He informed Cryptor. Cryptor could recall a time when Osha had clipped the end table to the couch.

"End table...she was going to the bathroom at night. She...said a few choice words while hoping around the apartment." Borg chuckled

"Yes well I'm sure it'll be the first of many more in her lifetime. My mother had a continuous battle between her bedroom door frame and her right foot." He said, running his fingers over Osha's forehead. His eyes scanned a bit lower and he smiled a little. "Most recent injury though...Her Hyman." Borg looked up at Cryptor. "Be careful...humans break easily. You are a nindroid. You are stronger than you feel. So too easy on her." Cryptors cheeks turned a purple color and he cleared his throat.

"I will...try." He turned around. He felt a hand in his. He turned to look down at Osha.

"You were very...gentle with me." He let her see a soft smile before he turned around again.

"I'm afraid she's got a bit of water in her lungs still. I'll give her an antibiotic, but let her cough to expel it some more. Lots of fluids. They already ran an IV so you'll be alright with that. I'll stick around to keep an eye on you." He looked around at Mindroid. "Make a room or something for…" He glared at Mindroid who pointed to the closet. "I am not an article of clothing!"