She’s the girl from the prophecy. Look at those guys pining over her. The shorter one is cute. I hope she’s okay. I need her to wake up so I can check everything to make sure there are no other injuries. I reach up and grab my head, trying to push them back.
“Guys back up. She can hear your thoughts,” says David. He sounds like he is right beside me. I hear people shuffling and the thoughts quiet. They are still there, but it doesn’t feel like anyone is screaming at me anymore. I push the thoughts back and lock them with the others. It takes a little longer to accomplish this time; my body is so exhausted.
When I am left with my own thoughts, I slowly open my eyes. David and Colton are sitting down at my side. When I turn and look at them, they both give me small smiles. I feel my long bangs fall down on my forehead.
“Hey guys. How long was I out?” I whisper.
Colton reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear, “About four hours.”
“Oh.” I try to sit up, but my body won’t have it. Grunting in pain, I decide to lie back down.
“Guys, move out of the way, I need to take a look at her.”
A man walked towards me and bends down where David and Colton just were. “I take it you’re Logan.”
Smiling, he says, “Yeah, I’m Logan and you’re the famous Ryanne. I wish we were meeting under different circumstances though.” I try to smile at him, but I’m sure it looks more like a grimace.
“Where does it hurt?”
“Just my stomach.”
He lifts up my bloodstained shirt and examines my abdomen, putting slight pressure on it, looking for sensitive spots. Nodding to himself, he pulls my shirt back down and grabs my wrist, checking my pulse. Then, he gently takes a hold of my chin, moving my head and looking me in both eyes.
“Everything appears to be fine now,” he says to no one in particular. Looking directly at me, he says, “I think you just need to rest some more. Do you think you can walk?”
He puts his hand under my head and helps push me into a seated position. I shake my head. If he wasn’t holding me up, I know that I would fall back. I’m too weak to do anything but sleep for the next month straight.
“Colton, do you think you’ll be able to carry her to her room?”
“Yeah.” Colton comes over to me, “Put your left arm around my neck.” I listen and he wraps his arm around my back and the other under my knees. Cradling me against his chest, he lifts me in his arms and begins walking towards the stairs.
“Thank you, Logan,” I call out.
“You’re welcome.”
I rest my head against his chest, losing my battle to stay awake. I must have drifted off as he carried me to my room, because I jolt awake when he is placing me down on the bed. He apologizes quietly, telling me to go back to sleep. I close my eyes again and feel the blanket being pulled up around me. A hand brushes the hair out of my face and someone leans down and kisses my cheek.
Then I fall back asleep.
I dream of Liam. I am lying in the field where I first met him. I just listen to life happening all around me. I can hear the crickets and birds communicating. The soft wind caresses my face, blowing strands of hair into my eyes. The leaves of the trees are brushing against each other in the breeze, creating soft whispers that ride the gentle gusts of wind. The sunlight warms my skin as I lean back and close my eyes, pointing my face towards the sky.
“You’re actually sleeping this time.” I know who is speaking to me before I even open my eyes. I feel someone come and lie down next to me. I blink, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light, before turning and facing him.
“Hey, Liam. Nice to see you too.”
“I see you’re wearing my necklace.” I look down at his necklace.
“Oh, you can have it back if you want it.” I reach down and am about to take it off, when his hand stops me.
Holding onto my arm, he says, “No, it looks better on you.” I smile at him and let go of it.
“We’re not going to be attacked this time, are we?” I ask.
“No, I don’t think so.