Chapter 291

“I still can’t believe I’ve been sleeping for two weeks, though,” I said absently, “Jack thought it’d be better – you’d be in too much pain if we woke you right away.” “What happened?” I asked pushing aside the fog, “I mean I remember being on the mountain, and then it started drizzling, and I knew I had to come back, Kieran – Kieran…” I closed my eyes concentrating; he kept nipping at my legs, trying go ahead of me? I opened my eyes focusing on uncle Grant. “Was most likely trying to keep you on the mountain with him because it was tricky to get down when wet… you slipped and rolled down on said mountain-” “And the only thing injured was my leg,” I eyed it, shivering at the large pins, rods and clamps. “No, you had two cracked ribs, your leg was crushed, they had to cut a patch of your hair-” I lifted my hand to touch my head, feeling around until I felt a small area gone, slowly rubbing my finger back and forth I felt the ultra smooth skin that felt like the healed wound on my wrist. “Chelsea has been healing you up - a bit -  each day so that you won’t be in too much pain now, and instead of six weeks with the rods and pins, it’s only going to be a few more days…” I blinked at his words, thinking – absolutely taken back that Chelsea was healing me – even after I had kept something from everyone, that Ben had shifted, but even with those details my mind went slowly back to Kieran each time. By the fifth day after waking up, I was no longer myself. I couldn’t put my finger on it precisely, but everything felt off, worse than when I was back in Middleburg. Chelsea and Ava visited every morning, along with Ben. Chelsea had began training with him, Aunt Julia and Grant recorded their hour sessions, so he could really learn from his mistakes, but I think they were just so proud and they wanted to have something to show my dad when we returned. There wasn’t much that I could do, I couldn’t walk and didn’t really leave this room at all, and granted Chelsea was speeding up my healing process I hated not being involved or around with Ben… especially with Kieran. Not wanting to think of that or feel sorry for myself I reached over to grab my ipad, going to ibooks and seeking something to read. I had asked for me, hoping it had survived the fall and rain, luckily with the protection case it had, but Chelsea told me it died by the time they tried to use it to search for me. More and more, pieces of what had happened came back to me, the rolling, when my rib cracked that searing hot pain, reaching out to hold onto something but only making the situation worse when a branch I tugged on, loosened the boulder that was rolling after me. I remembered, slightly, the hit my head took, bouncing and everything going black, luckily for me, before I could feel the boulder crushing my right foot. Do you want to continue reading ‘The Hobbit’? The app asked, my finger hovering over ‘yes’ froze, I did want to continue but the last time I read it – with Kieran – he seemed to like it so maybe I’d read it with him again, I thought to myself. Tapping ‘no’ I exited that app going to the music section instead, playing ‘stranger’ by Katie Costello, laying the device down, I reached for my text book and notebook deciding to work on school work instead. I didn’t expect to have school or homework here, but after the second day of complaining of boredom Chelsea along with Marlon came with my supplies. Explaining that everyone here that was school aged attended school, granted it was only four hours a day, Monday – Friday. I continued working on my math assignment until Kiley and Tera barged into the room, “Hey! Chelsea said to bring down your dinner,” Kiley said holding two trays, Tera one. Each girl with a backpack and sleeping bag hitched on their backs. I had forgotten of the sleepover plans we had, something Tera and Kiley did, but instead of having it at one of their homes, they were having it here since I couldn’t leave. It was a new thing for me, even when we were back home I didn’t get invites to parties or sleepovers, not like Amelia and even if I was having the sleepover, I’d have no one to invite. Kiley with two trays placed both of them on the table as I moved my books aside. Taking off their loads, sitting them on the ground, each sitting in the large chairs on either side of my bed. They placed their own food on the side trays as revealing mouthwatering pizza slices, “Hmm your sister is such a good cook,” Tera mumbled with a mouth full, I smiled lifting my own pizza slice to my mouth, humming as the gooey cheese hit my taste buds. “Oh we forgot the drinks,” Tera mumbled standing, “What do you guys want?” she said near the door. “Water,” I answered, “Ice-tea,” Kiley said after swallowing. “So what’d you do today?” Kiley asked. I lifted a brow eyeing my leg, and then rolling my eyes. “The highlight of my day was my math homework,” I snorted before taking a bite. “Oh… but it doesn’t look as bad… when they first brought you in… yikes!” she frowned around her food, chewing loudly. I bit small pieces of my food, swallowing, “So did you guys train today?” I asked stupidly, they trained everyday at the beach or at the gym. I knew that. Still Kiley just nodded, “yeah at the beach,” she continued stuffing her mouth. I nodded to myself, this was all pointless conversation, not that I wasn’t interested but I was asking for a reason. “You should just ask,” Kiley said smirking a bit, a big knowing smile on her face, “Kieran didn’t come to watch us,” she said laughing as my face heated, “You’re so lucky!” she gushed laughing but instantly stopped, her eyes going wide. My brows knitted up in confusion, I swallowed, “Why?” “Oh – oh,” she bit into her pizza faster than before, shrugging, avoiding my eyes before finally saying, “because you don’t have – to – uhm train with us,” her words coming out more like a question than a statement, her heart was beating much faster and I could tell she was lying, we were talking about Kieran, but now she’s mentioning training? I just nodded because I didn’t think calling someone a ‘liar’ was the way to keep friends, “So what are we watching?” she asked in a squeaky unusual voice, eager to switch subjects. Yeah, she was definitely lying, now I really couldn’t wait to get out of this bed.