Bound to Earth

29: No Anesthetics

Lee's snores overpowered my sobbing, pissing me off. I was bleeding, ready to pass out, and crying on the damn cement floor, where witches were ready to sacrifice me. I lifted my good leg and slammed it against his chest, my vision blurring with the pain spiking through my body.

He grabbed my ankle, groaning. "Stop it. I was sleeping."

"We need to get out of here before the witches come back." I tried using my good hand to prop my body up, only I wasn't even able to lift my head. My illusion had shattered the second Brynjar disappeared. "I can't move, you're going to have to carry me."

"Can't move? You just fucking kicked me." He tried lifting me, only to drop me on my ass. "Shit, you gained a lot of fucking weight."

I cried out in pain, stars dancing in my vision as my stomach rolled. "No shit. I'm not six anymore."

"Okay, okay." He slugged my good arm over his shoulder, not dropping me this time. "I'll try not to drop you."

"Fuck, that's a lot of stairs." He made it to the base of the stairs when his knees wobbled. I clawed at him, my broken hand throbbing, in fear of him dropping me again.

"Hurry and go, it's only like three flights." The longer we stayed here, the more likely we'd run into something that was better left alone.

"I fucking hate stairs." Lee started on the stairs, visibly stressed.

"You hate anything that requires work." Each step he took only increased the throbbing in my body. Closing my eyes only offered so much reprieve.

He stopped three-fourths of the way up, panting. "I can't. I'm too tired."

"You can sleep on the plane ride home." I encouraged him, ready to fall asleep too.

"Can I take a quick nap before we continue?" He started up the stairs again.

"No, I need you to find a phone, car, and then an airport." The sooner we left, the better.

"What the hell? That's a lot of work." He made it to the top, leaning against the walls. "Please tell me there's no more stairs behind this door?"

I peaked from beneath my lashes, the world tilted at an angle. "No, just a really long hall. Be careful of psychotic witches ready to knock you out."

He groaned, struggling to balance me and open the door. "This would've been so much easier if you weren't so stubborn. You could've just tried to not get so injured."

The hallway was dark as we stepped through, my eyes needing a minute to adjust. 

Lee started sprinting down the hall. "I hate running." I gagged, the pain increasing with every little bump. "Don't you dare throw up on me or I'll leave your ass to be sacrificed."

My hands started shaking as I struggled to stay conscious. The night air finally hit me, a cold sweat breaking out all over my body.

"Shit, you're burning up." He suddenly stopped. "What is that?" I opened my eyes to find nothing. "Is that a fucking car? Woah, that's so cool."

"They haven't technologically advanced in Hell?" The last story I heard about Hell was from my brother in the 1930's. Hell wasn't too far behind Earth then.

"We have lots of technology, if you can afford it, but never cars. There's no need since everything is so compact." Lee set me on the ground, moving to break the window.

"You can't hot wire it. It's not like the old ones." 

"Does that mean I have to carry you to the nearest town?" Lee picked me up again, starting down the road.