Kill Me Now (Book 1)(Editing)

Chapter 29: Give Me Chocolate

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{Recap}

"Well Monica will show you the way," Alric gestures to a small woman I hadn't noticed yet.

            "Just follow me," she pipes up as she flashes us a brilliant smile. I can't help but smile back as Mitch begins to follow her towards one of the buildings. I rest my head on Mitch's shoulder tiredly and look over it to the Mevin, Alric, and the crew.

            "Tell him she's arrived," Alric mutters to Steve who scurries off immediately, "And you two," he points to Jarl and Mevin, "Put him back where he belongs," he gestures to Eric. They haul him away and I watch in confusion.

            "It's just in here," Monica speaks in a cheery voice. I give her a grim smile as my brain fires wildly. What have we gotten ourselves into?

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            We follow her down a magnificent hallway with a floor covered by some time of different colored glass tiles and perfectly white walls. She tops in front of two doors and gestures to the male bathroom.

            "It's just in there," she points to the bathroom. Mitch sets me down on a chair nearby and disappears into the toiletry. I curiously stare around my surroundings wide-eyed and nervously fold my hands as I wait.

            "I've sent for a wheelchair," Monica speaks up as she gives me a smile.

            "Oh," I grin shyly as I look down at my leg, "I guess that would be nice." Although I'd rather have Mitch carry me, I think mentally but don't voice my thoughts aloud.

            "So where did Mevin's crew find you guys," she questions as she smooth's her hair to keep it in it's tight bun.

            "Oh on an island a long distance from here," I bob my head and clear my throat.

            "Ugh," Monica grimaces, "I can't imagine being without a shower for that long...much less a bathroom."

            "Oh I've forgotten about showers," I gush as grab my cheeks, "I can't wait."

            "Can't wait for what," Mitch questions as he emerges from the bathroom.

            "Showers," I squeal as I clap my hands like a seal, "It's been so long."

            "Heck yes," Mitch moans as he swings me up, "I'll be in one for an hour." We both chuckle until Monica interrupts us by clearing her throat. Our heads swerve towards her immediately.

            "There's a wheelchair for Mrs. Harrison," she points down the hallway to a person pushing the object to us, "I thought it would be more convenient..."

            "We're fine," Mitch grins down at me, "Unless you want the wheelchair?"

            "No," I shake my head quickly.

            "Thank you for the offer," he turns back to Monica, "But I guess she doesn't need it."

            "I see," Monica bobs her head, "I was also informed to have you taken to see our resident doctor, for your leg," she eyes me.

            "Lead the way," Mitch beams at her. Monica begins to walk again and Mitch gingerly follows after her. We sweep through the maze of hallways, doors, and stairways, entering a lobby or two, before we finally arrive to what seems to be the infirmary.