Chapter 5
Anntoinette awoke at 2:30 pm. She felt completely renewed, refreshed, and flull of energy for her busy day. Antoinette jumped out of bed and got dressed. She wore her favorite faded blue jeans and a Cleveland Indians sweatshirt. When she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, she instantly realized that Jim had not eaten since yesterday. She quickly brushed her hair and pulled it back in a pony tail as she ran downstairs to the kitchen to make Jim some lunch.
When Antoinette came upstairs and opened the door, she panicked seeing Jim so lifeless. "Alas, I have failed a friend. I was too late; he has expired. How will I tell Simon," she said setting the tray on the dresser and walking towards the chair. As she came closer, she was able to see his chest rise and fall. At that moment, it was the most beautiful sight she had seen in decades. All of her fears were relieved. Upon taking his pulse and feeling his forehead for warmth, she knew that Jim would recover; however, she could not leave him in that chair. Kneeling on one knee, she sat in thought, "How am I to move him?"
Forgetting all about her magical powers and strength she had gained over the years, Antoinette placed her hands under Jim's arms and carefully twisted him out of the chair using her body to support his head. She set him on the ground in a sitting position leaning his head and back on her legs. "This is going to be a journey," she said to herself. Again, lifting Jim by his arms, she dragged him to the bed. At first, she only got half of Jim's body on the bed, his legs hung off the edge. Antoinette used this opportunity to take off his shoes and socks before placing the rest of the limp body on the bed. She had to climb onto the bed to take off his shirt and pants. She struggled to put on a pair of blue flannel lounge pants and tucked him in.
Exhausted, she sat on the edge of the bed to catch her breath and to think. Antoinette had to figure out what had caused Jim's spasm and how to cure it. Just then, she felt the bed move. Antoinette was completely relieved to see the once lifeless body full of life. As wonderful as this was, there was a drawback. Jim rolled over in her direction, and in his sleep, clutched her waist forcing her to lie down on the bed. She tried with all of her might to gently release his grip. She even tried magic, nothing happened. It was odd; even in a deep sleep his strength was more powerful over her than it should have been. She did not want to awaken him, which seemed to be the most logical solution, because his spasm might have been caused by lack of sleep and to disturb that now might be futile for Jim. "I guess I will have to wait until his grip loosens."
Surprisingly, Antoinette realized that her powers that she had acquired, her magic, and her own strength proved useless. "How strange," she thought, "this has never happened before." She laid helplessly in thought. "He is a Sentinel!" she whispered aloud. "That is it! To me, he is like kryptonite to Superman."
A Sentinel's job was to protect the tribe from any danger. His senses are heightened: he could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel like no other person could. He was unconsciously blocking her powers to protect the tribe. He made her vulnerable, beatable. He was her only weakness next to the emotions of love and hate. She knew now that she had to be even more careful than before because she was powerless.
Anntoinette awoke at 2:30 pm. She felt completely renewed, refreshed, and flull of energy for her busy day. Antoinette jumped out of bed and got dressed. She wore her favorite faded blue jeans and a Cleveland Indians sweatshirt. When she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, she instantly realized that Jim had not eaten since yesterday. She quickly brushed her hair and pulled it back in a pony tail as she ran downstairs to the kitchen to make Jim some lunch.
When Antoinette came upstairs and opened the door, she panicked seeing Jim so lifeless. "Alas, I have failed a friend. I was too late; he has expired. How will I tell Simon," she said setting the tray on the dresser and walking towards the chair. As she came closer, she was able to see his chest rise and fall. At that moment, it was the most beautiful sight she had seen in decades. All of her fears were relieved. Upon taking his pulse and feeling his forehead for warmth, she knew that Jim would recover; however, she could not leave him in that chair. Kneeling on one knee, she sat in thought, "How am I to move him?"
Forgetting all about her magical powers and strength she had gained over the years, Antoinette placed her hands under Jim's arms and carefully twisted him out of the chair using her body to support his head. She set him on the ground in a sitting position leaning his head and back on her legs. "This is going to be a journey," she said to herself. Again, lifting Jim by his arms, she dragged him to the bed. At first, she only got half of Jim's body on the bed, his legs hung off the edge. Antoinette used this opportunity to take off his shoes and socks before placing the rest of the limp body on the bed. She had to climb onto the bed to take off his shirt and pants. She struggled to put on a pair of blue flannel lounge pants and tucked him in.
Exhausted, she sat on the edge of the bed to catch her breath and to think. Antoinette had to figure out what had caused Jim's spasm and how to cure it. Just then, she felt the bed move. Antoinette was completely relieved to see the once lifeless body full of life. As wonderful as this was, there was a drawback. Jim rolled over in her direction, and in his sleep, clutched her waist forcing her to lie down on the bed. She tried with all of her might to gently release his grip. She even tried magic, nothing happened. It was odd; even in a deep sleep his strength was more powerful over her than it should have been. She did not want to awaken him, which seemed to be the most logical solution, because his spasm might have been caused by lack of sleep and to disturb that now might be futile for Jim. "I guess I will have to wait until his grip loosens."
Surprisingly, Antoinette realized that her powers that she had acquired, her magic, and her own strength proved useless. "How strange," she thought, "this has never happened before." She laid helplessly in thought. "He is a Sentinel!" she whispered aloud. "That is it! To me, he is like kryptonite to Superman."
A Sentinel's job was to protect the tribe from any danger. His senses are heightened: he could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel like no other person could. He was unconsciously blocking her powers to protect the tribe. He made her vulnerable, beatable. He was her only weakness next to the emotions of love and hate. She knew now that she had to be even more careful than before because she was powerless.