Păsare de Noapte

The road back to the living

Jonathan's wrists were on fire and his head felt ready to explode. Just before darkness set in he had seen what he thought was an angel. He was certain now where he was. This place could only be hell, the pain was intense. While unknown to him Jasmine and Suree were tending to him changing out the washcloths on his head to help keep the fever down, he was screaming on the inside. The only thing that got out was a whimper. The Sange rit was healing his wounds, but his level of blood loss was high. Jasmine worried whether or not she had given him enough but knew that she could not give more and still be able to guard Prentensa Suree as was her duty. Suree tried ordering her to go ahead and do so, but Jasmine refused on the basis of the king's orders for travel. As a royal princess it was forbidden for Suree to give blood due to the need to keep certain royal secrets. Jonathan's fever was climbing. He was at 39.5 degrees Celsius now. It was beginning to look doubtful if he would survive. 

Images flashed through Jon's mind. Images of his violent birth father tormented him for seemed like days. Jon had been lucky enough to be placed in foster care and then adopted at age of six. Images of the many different foster homes and the feeling of dread that he would never have a stable home followed quickly. He had been a bit of a problem child due to his temper and things had a weird habit of breaking when he got mad. Foster parents never were able to figure out how it happened but would tell the case worker that they just couldn't keep him anymore and off to a new home he went. He relived each and every rejection over again. For some reason the happy memories wouldn't come further convincing him he was truly dead and in hell. Unfortunately there is no killing yourself to get out of hell; it is permanent.  

After about three hours while changing the washcloth Suree noticed his head felt a little cooler. Jasmine used a thermometer and confirmed his fever had gone down to 39.1. This was the same time Jonathan began to have a very confusing time. Memories started flashing across his mind, memories that were definitely not his own. He saw a castle with people moving unnaturally fast. It seemed that the memories were from a females point of view. There was a memory where the person form the dream was tossing a ball of fire back and forth with another girl who was referred to by others in the memory as princess. People in the memories were referring to him as princess as well. Talk about confusing. Jonathan thought it might be a fantasy caused by his own overactive imagination. I have a fever he thought that's what is causing this weird dream. On the bright side he no longer believed he was in hell, and he was right about the fever. Several more memories flashed by in the same fashion. He seemed to be growing up as the fantasy progressed. There were fantasies about fighting with "her" father the king. Fantasies of boot camp, ugh and he thought the boot camp for the U.S. Army sucked sheesh. Then he came to a fantasy that confused him even more. He was nearing the end of the Sange Rit memory transfer and was at Jasmine's dream from the day prior. How could he be fantasizing about doing that with himself? Whoever he was in the fantasy seemed to be enjoying the experience though. Wow he had of course been through puberty like any male and experienced wet dreams before. This wasn't like anything he had dreamed before. Jonathan didn't get all of Jasmine's memories due to the low amount of blood she had given him. Jon's fever broke and he opened his eyes.