Yatori: Sosuke's Crush?? Chapter 10
(P.S to readers...there will be 11 chapters)
Kaname knew before she turned who was holding the gun to her head. "Yatori." Kaname murmured as she turned. Sure enough, Yatori held a small pistol to Kaname's head and one at Tessa. The black metal. The coldness. "Unggghhh...." Kaname looked up. Yatori fell, a silver tranquilizer dart embedded in her leg. Sosuke stood, clutching his side. His dark hair was sweaty and matted. His eyes were dull and rimmed with red. He fell to his knees and murmured, "Kaname." The world seemed to revolve around them, only them. Kaname did not hear Tessa cry, "Sosuke!" or see her grab him and lay him down.
Sosuke's leg and side were bleeding again and he coughed, horsely. Tessa cradled his head in her arms. "Shhh..." She murmured and injected him with a sedative. He slumped to the floor, pale, guant, and sweating.
"He's really sick." Kaname whispered to Tessa. "Yeah." "Hey where did all the students go?" Tessa grimaced, "They were evacuated while we took care of Sosuke. We're locked in." "What? How?" Then Kaname looked at her watch. The blinking digital read Fri, May 5. "The weekend..." Kaname whispered. "Sosuke needs HELP!!" Yatori cried, exasperatingly. "I know."
Kaname lifted another blue mat and laid it next to the other one Tessa grabbed. In fifteen minutes they had assembled a motley, crude lean-to of mats, ropes, and boxes. Sosuke had his own "room." It was the airiest section of the fort with makeshift shelves groaning under the medicines Tessa had stolen from the clinic. She had also managed to steal blankets but for some, odd reason, no pillows. So instead, Sosuke lay on sacks from the Sack Race stuffed with paper towels.
Sosuke opened his eyes. The sharp pain from the knives had receded to a dull ache in his bones. He climbed to his feet, groaning and stepped out of the lean-to. Tessa was sleeping on Kaname's shoulder. Kaname herself was snoring lightly. Sosuke felt a smile creep up his face. They looked so peaceful.
Peeling off the bandages carefully, Sosuke examined his wounds. The bleeding had stopped and the wound had closed so Sosuke threw away his bandages. There was a faint red line running up his leg which was odd but Sosuke was too tired to think about it.
Kaname's eyelashes fluttered. She began to get up then noticed Tessa's silver-haired head on her shoulder and Sosuke's eyes watching her.
She suppressed the desire to jump up and run to him and instead carefully laid Tessa's head on the ground. Then, she ran to Sosuke. "You should rest." With that she led him back to the pile of mats and sacks that served as his bed. "Sleep." She said as she laid her cool fingertips on his eyelids, almost pulling back at the feeling of warmth. Intense warmth. Kaname hurriedly laid her palm on his forehead, suppressing a cry as the heat sear through her hand. A fever. Sosuke had a high fever.
He looked up at her with glassy eyes and coughed out, "Kaname the darts....they were poisoned," he reached up to touch her cheek, "I lo..." the hand fell limply, to his side.
His eyes closed.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SO SAD. That would be the end of the second to last chapter. See ya next time. Pleez review!
Nous Reviewons, s'il vous plait. Lol. My sad attempts to translate into French. Ciao
Toki.
(P.S to readers...there will be 11 chapters)
Kaname knew before she turned who was holding the gun to her head. "Yatori." Kaname murmured as she turned. Sure enough, Yatori held a small pistol to Kaname's head and one at Tessa. The black metal. The coldness. "Unggghhh...." Kaname looked up. Yatori fell, a silver tranquilizer dart embedded in her leg. Sosuke stood, clutching his side. His dark hair was sweaty and matted. His eyes were dull and rimmed with red. He fell to his knees and murmured, "Kaname." The world seemed to revolve around them, only them. Kaname did not hear Tessa cry, "Sosuke!" or see her grab him and lay him down.
Sosuke's leg and side were bleeding again and he coughed, horsely. Tessa cradled his head in her arms. "Shhh..." She murmured and injected him with a sedative. He slumped to the floor, pale, guant, and sweating.
"He's really sick." Kaname whispered to Tessa. "Yeah." "Hey where did all the students go?" Tessa grimaced, "They were evacuated while we took care of Sosuke. We're locked in." "What? How?" Then Kaname looked at her watch. The blinking digital read Fri, May 5. "The weekend..." Kaname whispered. "Sosuke needs HELP!!" Yatori cried, exasperatingly. "I know."
Kaname lifted another blue mat and laid it next to the other one Tessa grabbed. In fifteen minutes they had assembled a motley, crude lean-to of mats, ropes, and boxes. Sosuke had his own "room." It was the airiest section of the fort with makeshift shelves groaning under the medicines Tessa had stolen from the clinic. She had also managed to steal blankets but for some, odd reason, no pillows. So instead, Sosuke lay on sacks from the Sack Race stuffed with paper towels.
Sosuke opened his eyes. The sharp pain from the knives had receded to a dull ache in his bones. He climbed to his feet, groaning and stepped out of the lean-to. Tessa was sleeping on Kaname's shoulder. Kaname herself was snoring lightly. Sosuke felt a smile creep up his face. They looked so peaceful.
Peeling off the bandages carefully, Sosuke examined his wounds. The bleeding had stopped and the wound had closed so Sosuke threw away his bandages. There was a faint red line running up his leg which was odd but Sosuke was too tired to think about it.
Kaname's eyelashes fluttered. She began to get up then noticed Tessa's silver-haired head on her shoulder and Sosuke's eyes watching her.
She suppressed the desire to jump up and run to him and instead carefully laid Tessa's head on the ground. Then, she ran to Sosuke. "You should rest." With that she led him back to the pile of mats and sacks that served as his bed. "Sleep." She said as she laid her cool fingertips on his eyelids, almost pulling back at the feeling of warmth. Intense warmth. Kaname hurriedly laid her palm on his forehead, suppressing a cry as the heat sear through her hand. A fever. Sosuke had a high fever.
He looked up at her with glassy eyes and coughed out, "Kaname the darts....they were poisoned," he reached up to touch her cheek, "I lo..." the hand fell limply, to his side.
His eyes closed.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SO SAD. That would be the end of the second to last chapter. See ya next time. Pleez review!
Nous Reviewons, s'il vous plait. Lol. My sad attempts to translate into French. Ciao
Toki.