ASCELLA: The Untold (Untold Stories 1)

03

"Move, she's awake,"

The hushed tone of the atmosphere startles me awake. The sunlight beeping through the cracks of the walls and the uneven feeling I had as I opened my eyes and laid sight to what's in front of me.

I gasped as I saw unfamiliar women surrounding me as I lay down the soft and comfortable piece of wool placed on the even cut of wood. I abruptly reached for my arrow at my back but I was surprised when I cannot touch nor locate my bow. "W-who are you people?!"

They doubt and looked at each other asking themselves whether to answer my question or just let me be. "Do...don't worry, we won't hurt you," the lady in a white apron softly said.

"Where's my bow?" I asked directly not minding the tensed ambiance that I caused.

"We don't have an idea, Mr. MacQuoid only gave us the order of treating you, nothing more." the other lady answered with her head down facing the floor probably with her raised feeling of fright and uneasiness.

"Who is Mr. MacQuoid? What is this place? Why am I here?" my multiple questions frightened them even more that they didn't even bother answering. As I notice their silence I realized that there is no work in talking to stitched closed frightened people. "I'm leaving," I uttered.

"B-but..."

"You can't stop me from leaving, lady. I won't waste any second i-" as I was about to speak and leave, someone entered the room and pushed the door making it hit the wall producing a bass sound from the clash.

"Worry not, Miss." I stopped to my surprise after hearing an unfamiliar voice. "You're not leaving," my eyes directly went to where that voice came from. It belonged to a hickory-brown-haired guy, he was wearing his wool-leathered coat. He stared at me as deeply as I stared at him.

"You can't tell me what to do," I fired.

"I saved you, Miss." he insisted.

I simpered. "To what extent do you think I needed your rescuing?" I fumingly asked.

"See for yourself," he answered and pointed his fingers to my stomach.

I heaved when I saw my stomach wrapped in a bandage and had blood lapsing from it. That time, the memory of me fighting Mara in the woods flashed through my mind. I was stabbed with her iron sword and was even shot by his gang. 

How come I can't feel the sting and pain from these severe injuries. I looked at the guy again and saw him leaned on the door frame while his hands were inside the warm pockets of his coat.

"I was impressed upon hearing the nurse's response that your body immediately reacted that it was scorching hot on the inside and it slightly melted the bullets made of copper and lead." he scoffed.

"How long have I been here?" I asked coldly as I laid my palms on the bandage that covered my abdomen.