In The Nick Of Time

CHAPTER 2

  

CHAPTER 2

Summary:

"Rise and shine, Boyo."

The smell of Earth was stronger than anything in the world to him at that moment. He'd wondered why.

In the haze of opening his eyes, lights were sharper than anything. A pounding resting in his skull and his body felt anything but moveable and free, everything on him hurt. He twitched a finger and he felt like he could simply only do that, resting there he kept his eyes closed - because who knows where he'd been, or where he'd ended up in. His mind a blank, and gulping he could barely breathe correctly because his throat being so dry.

There was a swift moving. Quick feet making it's way towards him, he hoped it was just wind but the wind didn't come. Instead a heavy snout trailed up his arm and straight over his face, inhaling and exhaling he didn't miss the smell of dog. He opened his eyes but they only were flashed with light again, and he willed the strength to lift his hand. The four legged thing licked his face with no shame and giving Liam the strength to try and brush it off. Turning his head, it only licked his neck and ear.

There was a whistle. A constant, one tuned whistled. "Babby." A stretched out voice said, in the distance and whistled again.

The four legged friend, Liam guessed, barked and never moved from Liam's side.

Liam turned his head slowly, cracking open his eyes and looking up to the dog. It's coat was entirely white, it couldn't be anything but a pup. He'd only seen a few actual pit bulls around, but it was normally from his American friends back in the states who'd brought them over to visit.

There were heavier feet, and then a stop. "Jay-sus." They said under their breath.

Liam couldn't imagine that they'd been staring at him.

The dog at Liam's side went back to licking Liam's nose.

"Aye." The person called, getting close and pushing off the dog, "Cop-on."

The voice was closer, extremely closer as Liam still laid there unmoving. He was probably paralyzed - he hoped to god he wasn't paralyzed.

The dog whined and forcefully pushed at Liam's head, whining right in his ear and pushing his head. The dog knew some thing was up with Liam, but he didn't think the person did.

There was silence, and Liam's nose inhaled a different smell of things. Chest rising and falling heavier. A hand came to his face with a light pat, "'ey."

They knew he's alive.

" 'ey." They patted his face again, "Don't be such a dosser." The heavy accent hitting Liam like a train, in which he wouldn't feel anyways because he couldn't move a single fiber in his body. They were Irish. The hand came a little harder, "'ey."

It struck Liam a little harder, and he scrunched up his eyelids. Eyebrows furrowing lightly, and he was in definitely in a lot of pain.

"You don't look so good mate. Flah'ed out." There was a small chuckle in his breath. "Babby." He called the dog, "Go fetch ole wan."

The dog barked and ran off, the stranger going back to patting Liam's face.

"We've got a shook sap here." He chuckled again and patted Liam's face, getting a scrunched face of discomfort in return. "Rise and shine, Boyo. It's your lucky day to be alive."

Liam didn't think so.

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