Side a...BLOOD
“All four made it through the turn; one is a worry for he isn’t acting like a normal turnee. Sit here on the bed, I want to make sure you’re as comfortable as I can.” Elysoim told her with a sigh.
“Do you think I will have any issues with this? Is it possible for more than one thing to happen but not the one you want?” I asked making sure to ask questions.
“Anything is possible with this kind of thing. I am giving you all the same thing at about the same time. I am working with you…well mainly because Draven might kill anyone else that gets near you.” She told me and I wasn't sure why.
“I don’t see why, it isn’t like we are married.” I told her or was I missing something.
She didn’t say anything to this and I didn’t want to hear it. The images of what he had showed me danced in my mind I almost didn’t feel the needle. You did see that ALMOST there. I screamed like a little baby tears ran down my face. I hated needles and I almost broke the stupid thing in my arm. The doctor was fast and seemed to understand that I didn’t like them much. She handed me a tissue and gave my arm a rub. I felt the Nanos running through my body it hurt like hell…I cried like a baby when they hit my heart. It only took a max of twenty minutes and I wanted to barf all over the good doctor.
“Oh god, I feel sick…” I felt it, in the back of my throat.
She didn’t seem fazed by it pushing a tub into my hands. I looked at her then to the tub, what did I have in my stomach to barf up…NOTHING if you have ever dry heaved you know it hurts like hell. I didn’t know if I wanted to keep doing this if I would be dry barfing for the rest of my life. After an hour or two I was able to lie down to catch a nap. I heard her stand then leave the room, but that was it. I felt a hand in mine and cracked my eyes to see Draven standing there looking rather upset. What did he have to be upset about? It wasn’t him sitting here dry barfing all over the place.
“I take it the shots are making you feel bad.” he looked so worried about me, but I was being a shit.
“What gave you that idea? I am having a party down here…” I told him but felt sick again.
He stared at me for a few moments then sighed. I knew that he didn’t want me to have to go through this but it was to help others and myself I would go thought the pits of hell…Well maybe not that far I wouldn’t want to mess up my Prada pumps. Plus I wore designer stuff; sometimes I was even lucky to get Chanel. I tried to sit up but my head started to spin I felt like I would fall off the bed. Draven seemed to notice and helped to keep me on the bed.
“Thanks…”I sighed at the feel of his cool skin on my over heated skin. I didn’t know what was better his cool touch or the scent of him. I had a feeling I was running one hell of a fever. I felt sweat start running down my forehead. Only a few moments later I didn’t see anything but darkness.
“What the hell is wrong with her?” Draven blew up at the doctor.
“It is the drugs…They are working in her body but I am not too sure if they are doing what we want.” She told him looking a little scared.
“Make it stop!” Draven yelled at her.
“We can’t make them stop. They will keep working till it works through her system or they change her.” She hated to see me like this as much as he did.
I moaned curling into a ball on the bed, the sheet was gone I hated to think what my clothes looked like. I moved my hand over my face then looked at my hand seeing blood on it.
“Wow I’m bleeding…” I laughed as I looked at Draven. “Why am I bleeding?”
Draven moved to my side with a wet clothe to clean my face off. I moaned in pleasure at the feel of the cool cloth. After a few moments he dipped it and cleaned my face again. I fell into a deep sleep and couldn’t seem to find my way back out. Dreams drifted in and out I didn’t know what to believe. I wanted to break out of this dream realm but I couldn’t. After what seemed like a week I finally woke with a gasp. I found myself in a large comfortable bed in a room I had never seen before. The sheets were the softest cotton I had ever felt before; the coverlet was down with goose feathers. I felt warm and at home, but something was missing; I really didn’t know what it was though. The room smelled like Draven but something else was under all that.
I pushed the blanket away looking down at myself to find that I was wearing one of Draven’s T-shirts. I twisted to let my feet dangle off the bed. After a moment I stood feeling a little wobbly walking into the bathroom that thankfully I was able to find the first time. I didn’t need to use the bathroom, but I did want a shower. I took the shirt off looking into the mirror and almost screamed. My hair was a mess and looked like I had slept in blood. It had so many tangles in it that I worried I would ripe most of it out brushing it. My makeup had run down my face and I had long strikes of blood down my cheeks. They really could have washed at least my face before putting me to bed.
I turned the water on in the shower and got it to the temp I wanted slipping inside. The shower was more a room, with six smaller shower jets on the sides and two larger ones above. The water felt amazing I loved the way the water felt sliding down my body. I let the water run in my hair and finally grabbed my shampoo…Wait…what the hell he had my shampoo here. After a moment of shock I just shook my head lathered up. Letting my nails scrap across my scalp.
After what felt like an hour in the shower I was thankful that he had my products here. Something in this room kept bothering me. It was like I knew the scent but couldn’t seem to place it. After my rather long shower I stepped out and wrapped a bath sheet around myself walking into the bedroom.