Mako's Message: Sometimes you have to overlook things for the sake of plot. Usually these are "Why didn't he just shoot him?" moments, but in this case...well, if you can't tell what I'm talking about I'm not going to tell you.
Anyway, this chapter is already half a day late so let's skip the jibber-jabber and get on with it, eh?
For once in my life I'm glad I'm on the cheerleading team.
Yeah, I know, "Mindy's GLAD she's on the cheerleading team? WHAAAAAT?" That was the first thing I said to myself when I first had the thought, but it's really given me something to keep my mind OFF of the other night. And it keeps me busy since I haven't really felt up to going out these past few nights. It's still got me freaked out. I mean, people don't just keep fighting while they're impaled, and especially not when they're impaled through the heart. He should have died and hit the floor before he could say, "My god! I have been stabbed!"
Okay, so I've heard about people who fell and impaled themselves through the heart on rebar or a fence post or something and lived to talk about it, but those people don't grab people and try to stab them in the face while they're impaled. Even if my swords were stopping him from bleeding out and not just cutting a bigger hole in him, he still should have gone into shock and collapsed.
But he didn't.
And after all that he got shot in the face and he kept talking. That's not right. Even if he hadn't been mortally wounded before that, and the face shooting didn't kill him, he should have been in too much pain to THINK.
Well, one good thing that's come of it is that I've gotten a lot of Dave time, not even counting the night I spent curled up in his arms.
Marcus didn't even seem to mind finding Dave with me in his arms on my bed in the morning. The fact that we were dressed and on top of the covers probably helped. Of course, he also might have just been too tired to care. But Dave has actually been HOLDING me when I sit on his lap now. It's really nice.
But cuddling with Dave doesn't distract me from it like cheerleading does, since it also reminds me how close he came to dying as well. If he hadn't been so focused on me, he could have easily killed him instead of stabbing him in the leg.
But obviously it's not doing a good enough job since I still can't seem to get my mind off of it even though I almost got myself sent to the hospital again today.
See, we were working on our pyramid today, and I was at the top since I'm the smallest and I can get to the top easier than anyone else. Everything was fine at first, but of course trying to balance with people on your shoulders is hard, and even harder if you're standing on someone's shoulders as well, so eventually people started wobbling. And there was this one big wobble that made me have to quickly and drastically shift my balance so I wouldn't fall. Only my leg gave out on me again(The injury that just won't fucking go away) and I fell about fifteen feet. And of course since my leg wasn't supporting my weight I couldn't land ON my feet so I hit the ground and barely managed to avoid landing on my head and breaking my fucking neck.
Didn't manage to avoid the five cheerleaders that fell after me though.
Okay, not all of them fell on me, but at least one did.
Cameron and Tashaya were pissed and terrified. Terrified that some collapsed could have put half the team out of commission, pissed that I hadn't mentioned my traitorous leg. Like they didn't come and ask me to join the team. But luckily there were no injuries to anyone so they turned their panic into a lecture on how much work we were going to have to put in if we were going to be ready for the big Homecoming Game.
Now that's an idea…
I wonder if…
No, I can't ask..
I could still…
Maybe…
I think I may have an idea that'll get me back in the game to win Dave's heart. I'm gonna have to ask around before I can start making any plans though. Hopefully this'll work out.
