Damage

Chapter 6: Heat (Hiead's Fever p.2)

Silvermyth: Thank you for pointing out my choppiness!! I'll try better in this chapter! Thank you thank you!!

Author's note: More time means: More time to ruin the story. *sigh* You probably will or won't like this chapter. Oh, and Hiead's dreams are *not* his past! ^^ (Just had to state that.)

Disclaimer: *raises an eyebrow* Umm. . . Whatever you think.

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The irrigated doctor sighed and put her hand on Hiead's forehead. Just like she thought, he had a high fever. His cheeks were red, as though he was madly blushing. (Which he wasn't, no doubt.) She took her hand away, and started writing on her clipboard. "Does anything feel, odd?" She asked concentrating on writing. She heard a 'thunk' and looked down, to find Hiead unconscious on the floor.

Rill sighed and commanded coolly, "Yukine, Mitche!" The two nurses popped their heads out of various rooms. "Yes?" They both said together. "Put him in a bed, he has a high fever." The two gave strange glances to the motionless large object in front of Rill's feet. "Yes!" They piped, and drug him off.

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Crimson eyes slowly halfway opened bringing in different hues of dull colors. Their vision slowly going in and out, from white to black; looking subconsciously around the ceiling and far off wall. Nothing was clear. They were watching or more like waiting for something to happen. Hiead stirred.

The two dead guards returned to the shadows as soon as Hiead awoke. A moan of painful pleasure escaped his lips from the millions of burning spears jabbing at his stiff mortal body.

Hiead shakily flexed his fingers. Moving at all, made the enemy attack harder in fear, for their prey might escape. Hiead was sure that he was being cooked alive in a human oven. He wearily opened his eyes once more, seeing the dark hues of green and grays, he knew that Rill had put him in a room of the Medical Bay. He closed his eyes, he wanted to scream to the whole race of people that they could lay down their weapons, for he was dying, the 'great' Hiead Gner, was falling. . .'

BEEP. . . BEEP. . . BEEP. . . . Listening to the heart monitor, he slipped into the shadowy corners of his mind; the sounds blurring together. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. . .

// . . . A child ran for his life. Taking a quick hazard of a glance to the scene behind him, he saw flames engulfing anything and everything to burn and choke it to death. He turned around and resumed running at full speed. His silver hair half sticking to his forehead because of all the sweat. His lungs were on fire, dieing for air in the smoky atmosphere. Fresh clean air. He started coughing uncontrollably. He was dead, the boy knew it. Flames engulfed his small lanky body. . .\\

Rill, hearing a coughing fit of some sort coming from Hiead's room, wondered if he was awake. She peered in, hoping that he was awake for a checkup.

Sure enough, Hiead was bundled in a ball underneath the thin layer of sheets on top of him, coughing madly, lying on his side opposite of her. She flipped the lights on, flooding the room with light.

She walked over to his bedside, and poked him gently on the shoulder. "87?" She paused, and the coughing continued. "87!" She was loosing her patients. She growled, "87, are you awake!?" She roared right next to Hiead's ear. The coughing still continued nonstop. 'He'll choke himself to death if he isn't conscious.' Rill sighed, and strong but calmly, she shook his shoulders.

Hiead gave a start, and merely jumped off of the bed. His coughing fit vanished, though his voice was harsh and worn out. He was toasting hot, and the now 'jabbing' spears resided into poking toothpicks. His frightened eyes flew open, sending a huge mixture of blurred lights in his direction; he was confused. Sitting up, Hiead unwarily started rubbing his eyes.

Rill sprung backwards. 'How dare he do that!' She thought, and then cleared her throat. Hiead looked her strait in the eyes, making her slightly nervous. "Well, then." She paused; Hiead's eyes narrowed. "Now that you're awake. . . Tell me how you feel." Her eyes narrowed as well.

Hiead thought for a moment, and looked down at his right hand, which most of the pain seemed to be emitting from. "Hot." He choked. The words scorched his throat.

"I see." Rill stated in a matter-of-fact way. "So, you did touch the VICTIM, . . . Did you not?" She kept her face firm and still.

Hiead's eyes widened as he heard each word come into his mind. He thought, and closed his eyes trying to calm himself. "D-don't. . .r-remember," He choked out once again. Oh, how it tortured him to speak.

"You don't?" Rill was thoughtful.

Hiead gave a small nod while his eyes opened; looking at his knees.

"Don't worry then," She chose her words carefully. "You're memory will come back really soon." She paused. "Probably in a day or two. . .I'll check on you then, so get some rest." With that, she turned off the lights and left.

Hiead was left once again by himself. Alone to let the silence engulf him, and the pain to slowly rise within. He sighed heavily, and dropped back down onto his pillow staring blankly at the ceiling even though he couldn't see it.

After what seemed like an eternity of staring into space, objects started forming in the dark emptiness of the room. Hiead's mind was playing against him, he knew it. 'They're laughing,' Hiead thought. "Laughing," He spoke airily, hoping to force the less air up his throat as possible. Everything in the room seemed to laugh at his weakness; the walls were joining in with the air. He wasn't dead at all, so why laugh? He survived. 'But why not?' He questioned himself. 'Why am I alive?' He then mentally kicked himself. 'Why did I think that I was going to die?' He took a deep breath.

/. . .The flames were turning into lunging death shadows, the smoke turned into nothingness. He tripped, landing hard on his right wrist. He cursed the stones, and groveled back up to his feet. All of the noise. . .was gone. He was all alone, save for the stars and shadows. He started running again, though a bit slower, his injury unbearable.

He then heard far-off chirpings of some kind. He stopped and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was standing in the middle of a field filled with short-cut green grass, and scattered dandelions. He looked up at the sky, an actual blue sky.

He sighed, for he was relaxed. A gentle breeze, blown through the wide-open field, ruffling the grass. The waves of grass were amazing shades of green. He heard the noise again. A thought hit his head: Birds. He had actually never seen them before. He turned his head toward the source of the sound, and found a serene little animal twirling about playing with the wind. He smiled in envy. The animal chirped with happiness like it had no cares in the world. It then gave a startling sheik and flew off hastily. His eyes widened as he reached out his arm, as if to catch it.

A low rumbling vibrated in the ground and air; the wind picked up. His hair flew loosely around his head, as he looked around. Black storm clouds were approaching quickly with lightning sparking deep within them. He shuttered. There was no protection out here in the open, not even a tree. The rumbling became louder, as the storm cloud became larger. "No. . .no!" He said out loud to himself. To his surprise, his voice was even and soft.

It took only seconds for the sky to become completely dark. Lightning sung in the air, jumping to one cloud to another. The wind, once again, sped up it's pace.

Something wet landed on his cheek. He wiped it onto his fingers. . .Blood. . .Maroon. . .Blood! Many more drops steadily landing in more quantities, covered the once-beautiful land and turned it into a dimension of Hell. Each drop that hit him, felt like boiling water. Soon, the clouds let loose, and blood poured down upon everything. He didn't mind that blood was touching him, but the heat was suffocating.

He dropped to his knees with his head bowed and his arms on top of his now maroon-hair. The heat. That was all he could think about. . .the heat. His heart raced. A feeling of lose swam through his veins. What did he loose? There was nothing out here. . .\

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BEEP. . .BEEEEEEEEPP. . .BBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. The heart monitor sighed as its status line became eternally strait.

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Author's Note: Umm. . . Nothing really to say, but please review, or at least say if you like the plot or state some reasons why you didn't!

Also, someone dies in the next chapter. . . *sniff*

Thanks for reading!

-Emily

(emily915@starmail.com)