Chapter Twenty Six

If you're wondering why it's chapter twenty six instead of twenty five it's because I put chapter nine and a half as chapter ten.

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Chapter Twenty Six

My head’s bent down, I shudder in disgust. I just recently threw up all the contents in my weak stomach—again. It's been happening all day. This is the fourth time. I couldn't hold down anything, even water. By the second time I vomited, there was nothing left in my stomach to vomit with. But I guess now my body has found away.

"Are you okay dear?" Sister Marge asks. She had been sent by Sister Beth because Sister Beth had some things to attend to. She had been by my side the whole time I was being sick. I nod and flush the toilet, letting my stomach contents flush away. I feel light headed and nauseous now. Sister Marge was rubbing my back soothingly. I walk weakly to the sink and get out my toothbrush to brush my teeth again for the fourth time of the day. The only reason it’s so easy for me to navigate is because my feet have grown use to walking this route.

As I put the brush in my mouth to cleanse the bitter taste of stomach acid out. Sister Marge tells me she is going to the church and to call her if I get sick again. I nod and continue brushing. My hair is pulled back in a short ponytail so it could escape the sick. Sister Beth decided to cut the ragged ends that Kyle did with his knife. It’s now a little longer than my shoulders. I’m still not used to the length of it. I kind of miss the length of my long hair. But I like the new style of it. It’s easier to deal with.

I spit the toothpaste out after I was done brushing and then rinse the toothbrush. I hear someone enter my room with urgency. The intruder came into the small bathroom and sighs. I put the toothbrush up and try to guess the presence of the strange.

"Athena! Are you okay? I've heard that you were violently sick and I got scared. It took forever to convince the Sisters to let me in your room after what Sister Elizabeth witness last night. But I had to see you!" Jesse speaks frantically. I almost blush remember what happened last night.  It wasn’t my fault that Sister Elizabeth’s room was in the view of us.

I sigh and then nod. "But really, are you okay?" his voice was soft and caring. What did I do to deserve him?

"Jesse, I just don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so hungry, but I can’t hold anything down. I'm glad you came to see me." I suddenly feel self-conscious; I probably smell gross.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Jesse suggest. He picks me up bridal style and carries me to the full size bed that sat at the side of the room. He carefully tucks me in the bed. He was just caring about me. Why did he do all this for me?

"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asks. Of course I want him to stay with me! I didn't feel safe by myself. Not after what happened. I nod and signal him to lie down. I feel the weight of his body sit on the bed.

"What if this is meant to happen? Maybe it’s my time to die." I suggest. It was a good possibility that it was true. I really don’t think God likes me too much anyway.

Jesse sighs. "I could be true or you could just have a bug that will blow over soon. Hopefully it's the ladder. I don’t want you to die just when we’re on the brink of overcoming this chaos." He says sadly. I rub my hands over my eyes. Oh how conveniently it would be if I could see.

“I think I’m losing my vision too. My eyes are almost as light as yours and I have to strain to see read anything.” Jesse says. I stiffen, this cannot be happening. If I’m already blind, and if Jesse is going blind, then that means…

“We’re going crazy.” I answer the silent question that hangs in the air.

“I know.” He says with a groan

“But it’s really starting to happen now. I remember years ago my dad telling me that he was temporally blind for a few years. And now my dad’s mentally disable.” I recall the memory he told me years ago. He said he was about twenty when it had happen but it was over before he was twenty five.

“Well that sucks.” Jesse comments and groans. If I were in any other situation I would have had laughed at Jesse’s comment. But I’m sick and blind—not a good mix.

“Just more reason to do the transfer sooner.” I mutter. I know that bring this up would bring up Emery, and bringing up Emery will equal to a-not-so-happy Jesse. So before Jesse can respond to my comment I ask a question that I’ve been dying to know the answer to since I had gotten that newspaper article.

“Jesse are the people you live with really your parents?” I ask nervously. Hopefully don’t trigger any anger or tears. I wouldn’t know how to deal with either. But all I get from Jesse is a tired sigh.

“No my parents died when I was seven. Found at Martin’s Dead Point with multiple stab wounds. I live are my Aunt and my Uncle, and well Milly who’s my cousin but she thinks I’m her actual brother. Which is kind of cool, I’ve always wanted a sister.” I feel bad for asking the question in the first place but I needed that answer.

“I think the person who killed my mom is the same person who murdered your parents.” I think out loud. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea in hindsight. Jesse tenses and doesn’t say anything.

“Look, I know how it feels. My mother was murdered in the same way your parents were, the same place also.” I say as sympathetic as I could, which wasn’t much. I could tell by Jesse’s stiffening posturer that I’m not helping any.

“How about that weather?” Jesse says suddenly. I can’t see the weather; I want to say but then decide not to make the situation more awkward than it already is.

“But Jessie, I—”

“We’re changing the subject, Athena.” Jesse says sternly. Now I feel guilty for bringing it up. I sigh and close my eyes that I even didn’t know I had opened. I move my hand to feel for Jesse. I think I’ve find his chest or his stomach—I can’t really feel the difference

I move myself so that I’m up against Jesse with my head on his—hopefully—shoulder. I sigh as he pulls my hair out of the ponytail. I start to drift off listening to his soothing heartbeat as he strokes my hair.

I wake up with a throat-hacking cough. I fall off the bed, get back up, and run for the bathroom that became my new found best friend for the day. I pull my hair out of my face and feel for the toilet. I can’t believe that this is happening again for the fifth time today.

My body tries to throw up but all that comes up in dry heaves. I cough more and feel wetness on my arm where I have been coughing. My head’s pounding so hard I feel like it’s going to burst through my skull.

I guess Sister Marge had heard my cries because she’s immediately by my side. I collapse into the poor woman with a groan. I feel like I’m going to die any minute. “Kill…me…” I choke out into her shoulder but she just laughs like I’m actually joking.

“No, no we’re not having any of that.” She says with glee. How could this woman be happy when I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust this instant? She lays me on the bed and hoist me up with multiple pillows.

“Is she alright!?” I hear my brother’s voice ask urgently. Sister Marge sticks something in my mouth, which I assume a thermometer. The thermometer beeps and Sister Marge checks it.

“Dear oh Dear looks like we’re going to make a trip to the hospital tonight. Miles, please tell Sister Beth to call Father Steve. Oh and get Kyle of Jesse in here also.” Sister Marge says with urgency. What temperature could the thermometer have had read for Sister Marge in need of the Preacher?

I would have asked but I couldn’t move anything. I think about what could have caused this sickness, but nothing came up. I didn’t think I was eating any weird foreign foods that could cause food poising.

“What’s wrong with Athena!?” Jesse’s voice booms through the room. I almost smile because of his presences. How disgusting I’m becoming. I always thought I would never be one of those girls who were obsessed with romance and love. I don’t really think I believe in love.

“I really don’t know but with a fever of hundred-and-seven I think we need to go to the hospital.” Sister Marge replies. A HUNDRED-AND-SEVEN! My brain could fry that! I start to panic; the possibility of me living is almost none. “I need you and Kyle to help me get Athena into Father Steve’s car. Where is Kyle anyway?” Sister Marge asks.

“He’s with Delil—Sister Delilah. He said he’ll be down in a few minutes.” Jesse’s voice seems panicky. I want to get up and comfort him but I’m stuck.

“That boy…” I hear Sister Beth mutter. I almost laugh at how whipped Kyle already is. I feel arms pick me up and cradle me.

“Athena are you okay?” Jesse asks with concern and worry. I lay into his shoulder and sigh.

“Just a little under the weather.” I manage to get out. It hurts to speak from the acid that burnt my throat but I deal with the pain. Jesse chuckles as he carries me. I start to doze off until when Jesse shakes me.

“I think it would be best if you don’t sleep at this moment. You never know what could happen in your sleep.” Jesse says shakily but tries to hide it with a fake laugh. I know what he meant though; he didn’t want me to die in my sleep. I feel myself being sat down into a cold seat. I cough in my arm again and feel the same wetness.

“You’re coughing up blood!” I hear Miles yell. I realize I’m in a car when the engine starts to roar and the driver puts their foot on the gas. Someone grabs my arm and I make no move to stop them. I couldn’t move anyway. I’m too weak to do anything but fade in and out of consciousness.

“Well shit.” Kyle mutters. Since when did Kyle get in the car? I don’t remember anything it seems.

“Language!” The male driver scolds at Kyle. Kyle ignores him as he wipes the blood with something cold and wet, well I guess it’s Kyle. I shiver violently. It must be the effects of the fever coming through.

“Oh my god…” I here Jesse groan. The driver scolds Jesse for using the Lord’s name in vain. I shiver and huddle up to the person who is closer to me, Kyle. I keep shivering into Kyle who’s wrapping his arms around me.

“God, you’re so cold Athena.” He says and wraps something around me. I guess it’s either a jacket or a blanket but I did me nothing good, I still feel like an iceberg. I feel warm hands pull me from Kyle’s body and I shook violently from the loss of warmth. That is until I’m pulled into another person’s body.

“I’ve got this from here.” Jesse says curtly to Kyle. This is no time for jealousy, Jesse, I want to say but my throat wouldn’t comply. I huddle closer to him and this time actually feel a difference in my body heat, even if it’s slight. I squeeze closer to Jesse and hold him tightly. Sweat forms on my body as I still shake. How could I be shivering and sweating at the same time? When are we going to get to this damn hospital?

“Can you drive faster please?” Miles asks with a slight attitude.

“We wouldn’t want another car crash, now would we? We’re almost to the hospital anyway, there’s no need for extreme measures that could put our life in danger.” The driver says and then does a sharp turn. I try to pull closer to Jesse but I think that’s impossible considering how close we already are. I still shake and sweat still forms. I’m a sweaty, shivering, disgusting mess; oh how attractive I must be right now.

“We’re here.” The driver announces. I cough violently again into my arm that I’m barely able to move. Everyone gets out of the car in a hurry. I just bury my head into Jesse and wish for this to be over; even if it means death.

When we enter the hospital I’m put into a gurney and rushed down the hospital hallway. The rest is a blur. I drift into my own dream world.

“Ma’am, I have to ask you to stay awake, it’s too dangerous to sleep until we get you stabilized. Just please stay with us for a while longer.” An urgent voice instructs. I ignore the voice for disrupting me from my sleep. I shiver and cough at the same time, which I’m sure caused me some internal damage seeing how much it hurt my lungs.

My eye lids are force open and a struggle to close them but I’m too weak to. “Pupils aren’t dilated, drugs aren’t affecting anything. But the pupil doesn’t follow the light…” Another voice says. I wish that I could roll my eyes at this nurse/doctor.

“The people who brought her here said she’s blind.” A voice informs. I’m going to pass out any minute. I’ve never been so close to death in my life except for that time that that lady tried to kill me.

“Let me in there!” A voice yells. I think it’s Jesse but I couldn’t be sure because it’s too far away. It’s getting harder to breathe for every breath I take.

It could have been the blood that’s filling my lungs rapidly or the just the fact that I’m giving up now.

“Who’s that?” A voice above me asks.

“Some blonde boy who wants to see this girl. Says he’s her boyfriend or something.” A voice replies boredly.

“We should probably let him. I know I would want to be there for my girlfriend when she takes her last breath.”

A/N: Hows that for a cliff hanger? You know what i just realized? Dont Be Afraid is coming to an end. No furr realz an actual end, like i'm not joshing around like i was before. There's going to be like maybe three to five more chapters including da furr realz epilogue. I know so sad right? But it cool, der be a spin-off to DBA hopefully. Hopefully. Okray ill stahp talkin lik i donts know propers grammers.

The last of the chapters will be hopefully all uploaded in the next few weeks.

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P.S. Does Athena remind you of Rukia from Bleach? Cause she does to me.