*** Arg. . . Writers block. . . and idea's for the upcoming chapters, but
not done with present chapters. . . and school. . . and work! Well, life
goes on! Update's are slowing down a tad, so sorry for that. Well,
anyway, hope you enjoy! ***
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"Oww. . ." I groaned. My right shoulder hurt more than anything I'd felt in quite some time and my stomach felt as if it had been torn and shattered at the same time. The world was pitch black too and I desperately wanted to know why. Slowly my mind came back to me. 'Dimwit.' I thought. 'Your eyes are closed. Open 'em and then you will see!' Slowly, I started to open my eyes, but then another thought came to me. 'No. . . don't open them. I'll just be lying in the basement with my family. Why aren't I dead yet?' I turned over and willed myself to die. . . just. . . die. Get it over with.
But then, something else occurred to me. Two things actually. I had fallen down the stairs and landed in the basement. The basement floor was concrete, and whatever I was laying on was anything but hard concrete plus a blanket covered me. I could feel the warmth it brought me. Also, if I was still where I had fallen when Suzanne had pushed me, then I should smell the blood and the rotting of my brother and sister and the mere thought brought chills to my spin. Yet right now, I smelled flowers! A breeze was falling through the room and I could feel the sun glowing onto me. 'What the Hell?' I thought, perplexed.
'Open your eyes and see where you are, and then you can die. I don't think you can make yourself die if your mind is spinning wildly like it is now, so just figure out where the Hell you are so you can die.' I thought to myself. Amazing how it is, I didn't think I could really make myself die, yet I was telling myself I could, almost promising myself I would.
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Two minutes later and a switch in characters.
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"Honestly Holly, Marina will be fine, plus Sam is right; Marina is a wonderful gardener. Now, now, don't give me that look Holly! Your daughter is a wonderful healer too, but that doesn't mean she has to choose between healing and gardening. The two skills may come in handy together." I said, as I led Holly back towards the girl's room.
"Humph! A garden is no place for a healer! Especially not a healer who is MY daughter!" As nice as Holly was, and as good as her intentions were, she had always thought of herself as better than most other hobbits. She trusted no one and viewed all hobbits of a lower class (which was practically everyone according to her) as stupid and undeserving of her attention. Yet she had a good side to her too. It was rare that a patient died under her care, and when this did happen, she became depressed for days, no matter what class they had happened to be.
"Well, Marina will make her own choices Holly. She is her own person." I stated, sighing.
"Oh. . . my. . . Bilbo. . . the child. . . she's awake!"
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One minute earlier and yet another switch in characters.
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My eyes had finally adjusted to the light. I was NOT in the basement anymore, but I certainly didn't think I was in a hospital either. The room was bright! There was one HUGE window on the left, and outside I could see some trees and a few particularly tall flowers. The bed I was on was nice and warm, but it was really close to the ground and my feet almost went off the edge. In addition, the ceiling was rather low too. 'Okay. . . so am I living with dwarfs now?' I thought. 'Or wait. . . maybe I'm dead already. No, I'm not dead. You can't feel pain when you are dead, and I am definitely feeling pain.' I contemplated as I rubbed my shoulder and curled a little tighter hoping to help my stomach.
Suddenly, my ears picked up sound coming from down the hallway. It sounded like people talking! Curling up in fright and pulling my head down under the covers, my breathing began to come really fast. 'Dimwit.' I thought. 'It's not like they don't know you're here. . . and you're acting like a fricking two year old afraid of a monster!' Still, I couldn't bring myself to come out from under the covers. 'Scardy cat! They won't kill you! And even if they did, it would be what you were just begging for!' Still, I huddled under the covers.
'Listen. . . I'll just listen to them. See what they want.' I thought to myself. Opening my ears, I listened as hard as I could through the covers. The voices were so mumbled by the sheets and the comforter that it sounded like they were speaking an entirely different language. Poking my head out of the covers a tad, I strained my ears even harder to try and pick up what they were saying. . . but their words were still un-intelligible to me.
'What the heck? Did I get the sense knocked out of me so bad that I couldn't understand English? No. . . I'm thinking in English. . . aren't I?' I thought. 'Alright, just poke your head out further and figure out what the heck is going on.'
Precariously sitting up, I listened with everything I could. Still I couldn't understand what the people were saying, though I could discern that there was one guy and one girl. 'Oh good. . . I can't understand them . . . and it isn't Spanish either.' I had been in my second year of Spanish. 'Just my luck. This must be Hell and the Devil is putting me through the language torture.' Waiting for whoever it was to come around the corner, I listened to see if the language they spoke was anything like anything my friends had spoke. Karin had spoken a number of languages from India, in addition to French and Japanese. She had also attempted to teach me each and every one of them. Of course she had failed miserably, but it wasn't her fault. I have always been horrible with languages, while she on the other hand picked them up like cake. The few words I had learned from those various languages, didn't sound like the language whoever it was out there was speaking. Of course, Harris could speak German. . . I wonder if they were speaking German? No. . . It didn't have enough throat noises. That had always been my favorite thing when Harris had also attempted to teach me another language; the throat noises that the German language uses. I had told Harris once that it was a wonder they didn't get sore throats more often. He had told me to cut the crap and learn. I had then proceeded to laugh.
Ah yes, memories . . . interesting how the past would play a part in the future.
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"Oww. . ." I groaned. My right shoulder hurt more than anything I'd felt in quite some time and my stomach felt as if it had been torn and shattered at the same time. The world was pitch black too and I desperately wanted to know why. Slowly my mind came back to me. 'Dimwit.' I thought. 'Your eyes are closed. Open 'em and then you will see!' Slowly, I started to open my eyes, but then another thought came to me. 'No. . . don't open them. I'll just be lying in the basement with my family. Why aren't I dead yet?' I turned over and willed myself to die. . . just. . . die. Get it over with.
But then, something else occurred to me. Two things actually. I had fallen down the stairs and landed in the basement. The basement floor was concrete, and whatever I was laying on was anything but hard concrete plus a blanket covered me. I could feel the warmth it brought me. Also, if I was still where I had fallen when Suzanne had pushed me, then I should smell the blood and the rotting of my brother and sister and the mere thought brought chills to my spin. Yet right now, I smelled flowers! A breeze was falling through the room and I could feel the sun glowing onto me. 'What the Hell?' I thought, perplexed.
'Open your eyes and see where you are, and then you can die. I don't think you can make yourself die if your mind is spinning wildly like it is now, so just figure out where the Hell you are so you can die.' I thought to myself. Amazing how it is, I didn't think I could really make myself die, yet I was telling myself I could, almost promising myself I would.
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Two minutes later and a switch in characters.
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"Honestly Holly, Marina will be fine, plus Sam is right; Marina is a wonderful gardener. Now, now, don't give me that look Holly! Your daughter is a wonderful healer too, but that doesn't mean she has to choose between healing and gardening. The two skills may come in handy together." I said, as I led Holly back towards the girl's room.
"Humph! A garden is no place for a healer! Especially not a healer who is MY daughter!" As nice as Holly was, and as good as her intentions were, she had always thought of herself as better than most other hobbits. She trusted no one and viewed all hobbits of a lower class (which was practically everyone according to her) as stupid and undeserving of her attention. Yet she had a good side to her too. It was rare that a patient died under her care, and when this did happen, she became depressed for days, no matter what class they had happened to be.
"Well, Marina will make her own choices Holly. She is her own person." I stated, sighing.
"Oh. . . my. . . Bilbo. . . the child. . . she's awake!"
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One minute earlier and yet another switch in characters.
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My eyes had finally adjusted to the light. I was NOT in the basement anymore, but I certainly didn't think I was in a hospital either. The room was bright! There was one HUGE window on the left, and outside I could see some trees and a few particularly tall flowers. The bed I was on was nice and warm, but it was really close to the ground and my feet almost went off the edge. In addition, the ceiling was rather low too. 'Okay. . . so am I living with dwarfs now?' I thought. 'Or wait. . . maybe I'm dead already. No, I'm not dead. You can't feel pain when you are dead, and I am definitely feeling pain.' I contemplated as I rubbed my shoulder and curled a little tighter hoping to help my stomach.
Suddenly, my ears picked up sound coming from down the hallway. It sounded like people talking! Curling up in fright and pulling my head down under the covers, my breathing began to come really fast. 'Dimwit.' I thought. 'It's not like they don't know you're here. . . and you're acting like a fricking two year old afraid of a monster!' Still, I couldn't bring myself to come out from under the covers. 'Scardy cat! They won't kill you! And even if they did, it would be what you were just begging for!' Still, I huddled under the covers.
'Listen. . . I'll just listen to them. See what they want.' I thought to myself. Opening my ears, I listened as hard as I could through the covers. The voices were so mumbled by the sheets and the comforter that it sounded like they were speaking an entirely different language. Poking my head out of the covers a tad, I strained my ears even harder to try and pick up what they were saying. . . but their words were still un-intelligible to me.
'What the heck? Did I get the sense knocked out of me so bad that I couldn't understand English? No. . . I'm thinking in English. . . aren't I?' I thought. 'Alright, just poke your head out further and figure out what the heck is going on.'
Precariously sitting up, I listened with everything I could. Still I couldn't understand what the people were saying, though I could discern that there was one guy and one girl. 'Oh good. . . I can't understand them . . . and it isn't Spanish either.' I had been in my second year of Spanish. 'Just my luck. This must be Hell and the Devil is putting me through the language torture.' Waiting for whoever it was to come around the corner, I listened to see if the language they spoke was anything like anything my friends had spoke. Karin had spoken a number of languages from India, in addition to French and Japanese. She had also attempted to teach me each and every one of them. Of course she had failed miserably, but it wasn't her fault. I have always been horrible with languages, while she on the other hand picked them up like cake. The few words I had learned from those various languages, didn't sound like the language whoever it was out there was speaking. Of course, Harris could speak German. . . I wonder if they were speaking German? No. . . It didn't have enough throat noises. That had always been my favorite thing when Harris had also attempted to teach me another language; the throat noises that the German language uses. I had told Harris once that it was a wonder they didn't get sore throats more often. He had told me to cut the crap and learn. I had then proceeded to laugh.
Ah yes, memories . . . interesting how the past would play a part in the future.