"Don't drown her!"
"She's hard to carry....flops around."
"Do you think she's dead?"
I drifted in and out, and only after a few minutes did I comprehend the words.
Dead.
Was I?
Nah.
But was I?
I opened one eye. Blurry blobs of colour. Some were bright blue, others were red and yellow and orange. I carefully opened the other eye
"She's awake!"
Everything came into focus. I was lying down on a bench, with my head in someone's lap. I was soaking wet. I looked up at the person serving my pillow.
"Next time, a warning." Miranda said, giving me a relieved smile.
I coughed. "Why are we wet?"
"When you fainted, we fell into the water. We took turns helping you swim, and with John's help changing the currents, we made just in time to start freezing from the cold."
I looked around. John wasn't around.
As if reading my thoughts, Miranda helped me sit up. "He went to get us dry clothes."
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John came back with a bag of clothing, and once we were changed, we walked around, looking for a place to sleep.
"If we want to make sure we have enough money to get us to Rome, we need to find someplace super cheap." John reminded us for the umpteenth time.
"We know, you've been saying that the whole time we've been walking down these streets in the cold. We have longer hair than you do, and its making us super cold." Miranda complained.
I agreed with her, tugging my beanie lower on my head. The annoying blue pom pom on the top wiggled as I walked, making it feel like I had an eager animal on my head. We turned a corner, and passed a few small buildings, and a surprisingly small amount of people.
"How about this place?"
We stopped in front of a stone building with a small black door. A sign above it simply read: Hotel.
We stepped inside.
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"Hmm, it's cheap alright." I stared up at the ceiling-which had big watermarks- as John removed the water from my cast.
"Done!" He announced, and stood up from where he'd been crouched in front of the rickety chair I sat on.
As John deposited the small orb of water removed from my shoe in the toilet, Miranda recounted our money.
"If you continue this way, that leg of yours is never going to heal." Miranda stated as she finished counting.
"But what else can I do?" I protested rubbing the skin right at the edge of the cast. It was itchy.
"Maybe..." Miranda gazed up at the ceiling, as if the magic to curing my leg was in the extra-thin insulation.
John sidled out of the bathroom.
"I miiiiight have clogged the toilet." He said as he plopped down on the bed.
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