Madter Arc 1: Flood

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~The Next Morning~

My eyes shoot open as I find myself in my bunk bed. I can't seem to move as if I became a statue or something. It feels like my body is on fire, and it's not a very pleasant feeling. Those guys sure in hell weren't kidding about being on bed rest and feeling terrible. I don't think I won't even be able to get out of bed.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL!" I somewhat yell, but my voice was a little weak and cracking.

"Do you have to yell?" Icarus says in an annoyed tone.

"My body feels like it's on fire!"

"Mine too. What the hell? Storm didn't say anything about this!" Icarus says in an angered tone.

"I was kind of told that we would feel like shit for two days," I say.

I hear the door open and I slowly turn my head to see Storm walking in.

"How are you guys feeling?" Storm asks with a small grin. Why the hell is she grinning?

"TERRIBLE!" I say.

"Like shit," Icarus says next.

"Oh, yeah. That happens to everyone. There's nothing much you can do about it," Storm says, and I couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"This is the worst feeling ever!" I yell.

"Don't worry after today and tomorrow you'll feel better," Storm says.

"This is bullshit," Icarus says as he groans.

"You'll get used to it," Storm says, then she leaves. She just leaves like that!

"Is this what dying feels like?" I whine.

"I guess so," Icarus says.

"I hope this is worth it," I say as I move around in my bunk trying to find a way to comfort myself. I'm surprised I can even move that much.

"Really. I want to get better soon so I can go back faster," Icarus says, and I narrow my eyes at the ceiling.

"You mean go back to Glass after you feel better?" I ask.

"Yeah, because I want to prove to them that I'm better," Icarus answers, and I roll my eyes at that.

"You do realize we're stuck here until this war is over, right?"

"I was hoping I wouldn't be."

"Well, we are and there's no turning back now."

"You want to stay?" Icarus asks.

"I don't want to go back to Glass. I rather die before I go back to Glass. I don't know why, but I feel like I belong here..."

"Whatever then," Icarus says.

I grab my phone even though my hands were shaky as hell and decided to look at my contacts. I was debating whether or not to just randomly text people since I'm going to be stuck in this bed for two days. I decided to look away from my phone and just randomly pick a contact. I glance at my phone to see who I picked.

Hunter Bradley.

I don't know who that is, but I guess it's time to find out. I press the message button and pull up the keyboard. My hands were shaking badly and it was difficult to even hold my phone, but what am I going to say? Will the guy even answer? What if he's too busy?

I press the back button and threw my phone behind me. I'm just going to drop it for now. I'm just going to have to figure something else out while I lay here feeling miserable. I could try to sleep, but I can't exactly sleep for two whole days. Ugh, what am I going to do?