1 Chapter 12
"What happened to her?" Dylan asks.
Beka is being moved on a stretcher. She is unconscious and there is blood coming from her forehead, which is stopped by a cloth. Dylan, Trance, and Harper walk fast to get her to medical.
"I don't know," Harper begins. "Everything was going fine, and then a fight broke out at the bar. Both of the guys pulled their guns, and then all their friends pulled their guns and before you knew it, the whole place was chaotic. People were running other people down when they tried to escape—it was a big place. One guy must of hit her over the head with something when he tried to leave because when I turned around she was on the floor with blood around her and wasn't moving."
"I shouldn't have let you two out of my sight."
"What would you have done if you hadn't anyway?"
Dylan didn't answer for he knew he couldn't have done anything even if he kept an eye on them.
Trance opens the door when they finally arrive at medical, and they all enter. Carefully, they help set Beka on the table while Trance sets up. Harper can't help but feel at least a little guilty for what happened. He was right there next to her, but he was too busy trying to save his own ass to pay attention to how she was doing. His memories start to surface again of his parents, his cousins, and friends. Everyone that died except him. He wouldn't let that happen to Beka. Thoughts were beginning to burn a hole in his mind because of a playback of memories when a voice breaks the pattern.
"Alright guys, you're going to have to leave the room now. I need some space to work," Trance orders.
The two humbly obey and exit the room quietly while Trance works.
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Hours pass by and everyone is allowed back in the room. Harper is the first one to arrive and asks Trance how she's doing. Beka was awake but dizzy and numb. Her eyes were half-open and there were bruises starting to form along the side of her face, along with the cut on her forehead.
"Beka?" he asks as he stands beside her.
"Harper?" she replies—very tired in her voice.
"Yeah. Hey, how you feelin'?"
"Like I just got hit over the head with a bag of rocks the size of the Andromeda," Beka says. "God, my head hurts."
She lifts up her hand and rubs her head, only to find more pain. She winces and let's out a deep sigh.
Then she looks up at Harper and says, "Hey, it wasn't your fault. I should've been paying more attention to things."
"I guess…but what if something worse happened to you? I couldn't live with myself if—"
Beka stops him; "It's okay. I'm okay now. A little painful, but not dead or anything, right?"
Harper smiles and replies, "Right."
They were silent for awhile, and no one else really had anything to say. So, that was all for that time. It is a hope and thanks that fill to the air at this point. Hopeful for Beka's recovery, and thankful for her condition to not be any worse. But what they don't realize is what happened, now, to the precious being that was growing inside. They did not know. They just try to make conversation instead, trying to take their minds off the subject at hand. Death was never in the picture of their minds, yet somehow it crept right back in where it had left off. Almost as if it were trying to finish off a line of people, coming full circle, hoping to come before any joy could be acknowledged of new life, but it already had. It is a dark and nasty thing, that death is. Yet somehow, it gives a sense of truth in beings, and is the instrument of hope and cruelty. There is no death without life, and there is no life without death. A circle, it seems, that goes around and around, being as it is with no intent but to take life and leave with no remorse or mercy.
"What happened to her?" Dylan asks.
Beka is being moved on a stretcher. She is unconscious and there is blood coming from her forehead, which is stopped by a cloth. Dylan, Trance, and Harper walk fast to get her to medical.
"I don't know," Harper begins. "Everything was going fine, and then a fight broke out at the bar. Both of the guys pulled their guns, and then all their friends pulled their guns and before you knew it, the whole place was chaotic. People were running other people down when they tried to escape—it was a big place. One guy must of hit her over the head with something when he tried to leave because when I turned around she was on the floor with blood around her and wasn't moving."
"I shouldn't have let you two out of my sight."
"What would you have done if you hadn't anyway?"
Dylan didn't answer for he knew he couldn't have done anything even if he kept an eye on them.
Trance opens the door when they finally arrive at medical, and they all enter. Carefully, they help set Beka on the table while Trance sets up. Harper can't help but feel at least a little guilty for what happened. He was right there next to her, but he was too busy trying to save his own ass to pay attention to how she was doing. His memories start to surface again of his parents, his cousins, and friends. Everyone that died except him. He wouldn't let that happen to Beka. Thoughts were beginning to burn a hole in his mind because of a playback of memories when a voice breaks the pattern.
"Alright guys, you're going to have to leave the room now. I need some space to work," Trance orders.
The two humbly obey and exit the room quietly while Trance works.
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Hours pass by and everyone is allowed back in the room. Harper is the first one to arrive and asks Trance how she's doing. Beka was awake but dizzy and numb. Her eyes were half-open and there were bruises starting to form along the side of her face, along with the cut on her forehead.
"Beka?" he asks as he stands beside her.
"Harper?" she replies—very tired in her voice.
"Yeah. Hey, how you feelin'?"
"Like I just got hit over the head with a bag of rocks the size of the Andromeda," Beka says. "God, my head hurts."
She lifts up her hand and rubs her head, only to find more pain. She winces and let's out a deep sigh.
Then she looks up at Harper and says, "Hey, it wasn't your fault. I should've been paying more attention to things."
"I guess…but what if something worse happened to you? I couldn't live with myself if—"
Beka stops him; "It's okay. I'm okay now. A little painful, but not dead or anything, right?"
Harper smiles and replies, "Right."
They were silent for awhile, and no one else really had anything to say. So, that was all for that time. It is a hope and thanks that fill to the air at this point. Hopeful for Beka's recovery, and thankful for her condition to not be any worse. But what they don't realize is what happened, now, to the precious being that was growing inside. They did not know. They just try to make conversation instead, trying to take their minds off the subject at hand. Death was never in the picture of their minds, yet somehow it crept right back in where it had left off. Almost as if it were trying to finish off a line of people, coming full circle, hoping to come before any joy could be acknowledged of new life, but it already had. It is a dark and nasty thing, that death is. Yet somehow, it gives a sense of truth in beings, and is the instrument of hope and cruelty. There is no death without life, and there is no life without death. A circle, it seems, that goes around and around, being as it is with no intent but to take life and leave with no remorse or mercy.