Claimed

~Chapter 5~ Headaches [pt2]

~Chapter 5~ Headaches [pt2]

So painful.

Nothing worked.

Alone.

She was still alone.

"Mom, dad, you can go home, really I'll be fine.  The doctors will look after me."  Wynter had swallowed all her torment just to be able to get the words to leave her mouth.  She had stretched her will power to the limit, just so that she could kick her parents out of her hospital room.  She didn't want them to see how much she was suffering.  It had been a couple hours since they had left, visiting hours were already over anyway and because Wynter was legally considered an adult, she had the right to kick her parents out of the room.

Still, she wondered if it had been a mistake.

The nurse had come in thirty minutes ago with an extra strength dose of sleeping medicine.  She had told Wynter it was important that the medicine work and relax her body because if she kept enduring the way she was, all her vitals would go to mesh.

Still, Wynter lie on the bed, wide awake.  Her heart was hurting from beating so fast and the only reason it was beating so fast was to pump all the adrenaline the glands in her brain were producing, throughout her body.  The adrenaline was trying to shield her from the pain, but it wasn't doing much.  The hospital medicine wasn't doing anything.

It was night now, the lights on the ceiling of the hospital room had gone off long ago, and the only light that filtered in was from the moon.  The curtains around Wynter's window were pulled back, and she was grateful for that, the dark winter night soothed her. 

It could not have been later than six o'clock, but Wynter was so tired.  She had tried to eat earlier, but when the food was placed on her tongue, she spit it out immediately.  Her body rejected the sustenance.

Wynter wondered why this was happening.

She entertained the idea that if she was just a bit stronger, she would be able to fight off whatever was attacking her body with no problem.  Still, it was hard to think that way, to think that she was really so weak.  It was even harder to think about the unknown disease that had so suddenly infiltrated her body would lead to her impending demise.

Wynter closed her eyes and moaned softly as another fierce wave of pain cascaded upon her.  Her cries of agony had stopped long ago, they weren't helping anything, only worrying her parents and the doctors.

When Wynter opened her eyes again, she saw a figure standing by her window covered in shadows.  He was wearing a hoo

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Chry watched the girl, his claim, the princess, Wynter, silently.  He was still amazed he had been able to find her, even though Lucy had explained to him how and why it was possible...

"A claim is a bond Chry.  That means two parties are involved.  Our kind, naturally, is more attuned to our claims because we are the ones that place and seal them upon their kind.

"Think of it as a relationship, though most don't like to, it's usually best to treat your claim with some semblance of respect.  If the claim is strong, you will be able to know when they are in pain, when they're sad, or overly happy.  You'll even be able to find where they are and vice versa.  Of course, the claimed will never be able to know our location; it's for the best really.

"Anyways, claiming is actually something quite new, only a century or so old.  Though the record of who first proposed the idea and who the first claimed pair were have been lost to us, we know that it was put in place for order.  We claim someone, and no one else can have them.  That way, we don't become mass murderers, and the claimed don't die out, which would, ultimately, cause our demise as well.