Short, I know, but I like it.
Disclaimer: You know it, just look at the other chapters for the don't own yadayadah. I hate James Patterson. Do you think he'd sell them to me??
Tears
Chapter Six
Fang was holding down my brother, who was squirming a little bit as I threaded the hook and pulled it back out of the other side of his skin.
He lay perfectly still a second, then twisted his head around and asked, tongue thick with sleep, "Are you dun yet..?"
"Mm-hm!" I mumbled, suture string in my mouth. I tied it off, then cut the string, feeling the thread.
He had had to get over forty stitches. The skin had been really ragged and the wound spiked off in different directions.
There was dried blood in pools all over the plastic and Fang's voice was hoarse from talking for so long.
I tidied up a little and Fang and I started to pick up Iggy. My brother started to protest that he was comfy enough where he was, but he needed to be somewhere he could stay until the wound healed.
I put him back to sleep with a touch of my finger and we started to go down the hallway. The end of Iggy I was holding was higher and Fang noticed. He tried to lift his end higher, but didn't get farther than an inch. I moved to Iggy's side and took the weight off of Fang.
His disappointed face gloomed back at me, sadness in his eyes.
I couldn't help but laugh. It was just so cute.
Fang smiled when I laughed, and kept walking behind me.
When we got to the stairs Fang went ahead and started taking some of Iggy's weight off of me to make it easier to go up the stairs.
At the top, I discovered Max and company had been exploring. The doors were all open and the bedrooms had bird kids in them.
Fang led to me to, I guessed, his temporary room, where we lay Iggy on the extra bed.
Angel, Max, Gazzy, and the weepy girl rushed in, concerned. Splash was right behind them, looking for me. I turned right around and left the room, letting them have private time.
Splash followed and we stood outside the room a few seconds, then I knelt down and hugged him, scared. Iggy had scared me so bad, and
I started to go to my workroom when I heard the door open and shut behind me.
I listened to Fang's footsteps behind me a few feet as I changed course for the kitchen.
He followed me down the stairs and into the kitchen where I started gathering the used tissues Max and the weepy bird girl had cried into.
I pretended to be startled as Fang came up until he was right behind me and started to talk.
"Let me help." He started out, picking up tissues. He glanced at me from time to time, then suddenly stopped gathering tissues and looked at me.
He sat at the table, relaxed, but a little stiff.
He kicked out the chair in front of him towards me and I dropped my bundle of tissues into the trash and sat down.
I lay my arms on the table, close to his arms.
He looked at me, then my ears and back.
"Are those things better than ours?"
"Yes. Much better. It's all the cat genetics."
"So you don't have the pointy ears and little elf things?" I started to get the notion that he was making small talk to build up to something.
"Nope. I have more cat than faerie and the feline genes overrode the 'elfin' ones."
"Oh." He chickened out and scooted out his chair, getting up to leave.
I grabbed his arm.
"Wait. Don't you have another question, something else to say?" I asked, slow and blunt.
He sat down, a sad smile spreading across his face.
He leaned forward and started to talk again.
"I…I remember you. But only little snatches. I remember, um… the surgeries they.. did on you…" He trailed off once again.
He must be depressed…I thought. Not many smiles and not many laughs. He didn't have too much of a way with words, either.
He was nervous, it didn't all come out at once. It was like he was thinking of the best way to mention it.
But his words brought back memories.
The harsh lights, cold metal table. Scalpels shining in the light.
The buggers hadn't even ever bothered to sedate me. They had strapped me down and tested my pain tolerance. Over and over.
I still had scars on my forearms and thighs. There were a few sets on my side, too.
"They….weren't all surgeries, exactly." I showed him my arms as tears started to bubble up.
He touched a few. They were shiny and around three inches long, about a half inch wide. It had been pure torture.
There were series of them, almost like a barcode so long and wide there had to be four rows of them, staggered, on each arm and leg.
The tears overflowed and Fang looked at me.
He gently wiped away a tear and came over to the seat next to mine. He pulled me into his lap, hugging me, and touching my scars almost a little bit angrily.
He wiped away the tears until I had cried myself out, clutching him and sobbing. My whole body shook as I cried and cried.
He sat there and held me the whole time, and it didn't look uncomfortable at all to him.
So I let all the tears out as I let go of the memories. The fear. And the pain.
The voices, talking about what they were going to do with the blood samples, skin tissue, and my ears and tail.
They were going to amputate everything.
Then father stopped, seeing the tears. He tried to stop them, but they didn't let up. So we left. And he took care of me.
I let it all go, running out of me like my tears.
Soon enough, my eyes got tired and started to slip closed.
I started to mumble.
"F…fang, thanks….b-bed……" I fell asleep as he got up and started to take me up the stairs.