It was a long walk to my hotel. The fear of infection and dehydration was a constant threat. This made my adrenaline course through my veins as I ran without breathing deeply. My head was getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen. My heart was pounding so fast with the sprint I did. My sight blurred but I could see enough to see where I was going and how far away I was from my destination. I could feel imaginary sand running down the hour glass for him. My heart caught in my throat as I saw the entrance to the hotel.
I then rushed in and pulled out my key. I then went to the door my key belonged to barely feeling my steps hit the ground. I could barely hear them asking me to slow down as I scrambled searching for my cellphone. I then called placing an order for bandages, burn cream, ice packs, fever reducers and Pedalyte. It was hard to remember things and was saying my words /br /It was then a long and agonizing search for my money. I had tore up everything as I frantically searched and searched until I found my wallet under a pillow that was on the side I never slept on. I had a feeling Mello did that when my wallet was out. I looked at my handy work. Embarrassed, I closed my door and flipped the do not disturb sign onto the door nob.
I then went out dashing again coughing as my feet barely touched the ground. I did not stop for a single breath. My eyes blurred with tears as I feared I was too late. I kept fighting those fears so I gave myself strength to keep up the pace. I then tripped and tumbled hitting my head but when I looked up, I saw the sign for the pharmacy. I got up looking like some undead person as I swayed upwards and in positions that were odd.
I went to the door. They looked at me weirdly. I recovered my balance so I could explain my situation without someone calling the hospital or police. I then took a breath to compose myself as I explained how I came into this situation. I explained how my boyfriend was a bomb squad working on a case when someone set the bombs off and collapsed the building making burns on him.
Lying had came so easily now and any nervous actions were interpreted as me being worried for him because I was. I did however hope that they would not look for me or him in the future and bring up the subject because it was so on the fly I would not remember what details I said. The story was enough to give them a need to give me advice some I knew but some I didn't and noted it for later. No matter what was said though, none mentioned hospitals as a point of advice to take. I hoped what I was doing would be enough and that I was not too late.
After all that was bought, I could not just dash off like before. I had to walk it. I would save the taxi for later. For now I was praying that I would be enough. I swallowed as I walked every step felt like eternity. I sent silent prayers to anyone who was listening that he'd be alive and that I could help him out. The bags felt heavy but not as heavy as my heart was feeling thinking I didn't make it. Eventually I got there, he was still alive with shallow breaths showing he was unconscious. I looked at the messed up sheets and took them with us. We could not afford to get traced from that. I used a phone and called a taxi to my hotel a perfect place to hide his injuries and plan the next step.