Two Eyes Down

Rail Trail Rock

"Hey." Demi said, nudging me in the shoulder as we walked hand in hand down a rail trail. I'd never been here, but Demi says she comes running here all the time. She likes the view off the green forestry as she speeds by. I like the smell of the moist dirt and the grass that surrounds us.

"Hey." I nudge back. I can feel her eyes on me. She let go of one hand and wrapped her arm around my waist before grabbing my other hand, forcing me to lean against her side. She took Andrew away from me, I don't know where she put it, all I know is she wanted as much contact as she cloud get. I bump into her off balance and she kisses the side of my temple causing me to giggle.

The surgery is in three weeks. She doesn't know it, but the main reason I'm still sane is because of her. Being in contact with Demi reminds me that someone cares. Sure my friends do, but they don't make me feel like I'm a life source to them.

I'm getting closer to her pretty fast too. Last night she was about to leave and decided to tuck me in like a child before she went. I didn't let her go. when she pulled the covers up to my chin I grabbed her hand and refused to let her go. I made her lay with me. And she did, she wrapped her arms around me and cuddled up to my chest over the covers until we woke up this morning.

"I love you." I say, leaning my head on her shoulder as I walk lopsided down the path, avoiding roots whenever Demi directs me to.

"I love you too." She said, stopping and moving behind me to pull me into her arms. She had to get on her tippy toes to put her chin on my shoulder, but she kept trying. Jumping and clawing her way up my back like I was a tree and she was a child. Eventually i playfully turned around and grabbed her waist to throw her over my shoulder.

"S-stop, Natalie. Let me g-go!" Demi playfully shouted. I blindly ran around, hoping not to hit a tree root. Unfortunately, I wasn't so luck.

I stubbed my toe and started to meet the dirt below me. I tossed Demi into the air and she squealed in surprise. I hit the ground and hit my forehead. It hurt like a bitch, but what I hit was unknown and ignored. Instead of focusing on the pain, I focused on flipping myself on my back and extending my arms to catch Demi just in time. She's in hysterics with laughter on my chest. I giggled with her, but with less enthusiasm. I stop trying though when I hear her gasp.

"Oh my god, baby, your head.." She says straddling my waist and touching my head.

She was gentle, but I whined and groaned in pain. I wanted to cry, but I was determined to be strong for Demi. She was about to freak out probably because my wound has a good blood flow going on.

"Are you going to tell me what I hit?" I asked, wincing as a cloth dabs my wound.

"A rock. Pretty big one too. Nat, I think you need a doctor." Demi sighs.

"I'm fine, babe. It's just a cut." I brush off, but when I sit up I feel a quick trickle of cooking liquid and my head is killing me. I grab Demi's waist to keep me up. That's when I think of the rag. She never brought one. Now I know from the bare skin over her spine that it's her shirt she's soaking up the blood with. There are no voices in my head talking about how worried I should be by her toned stomach so close to me, or her breasts held up by her sports bra right next to my face.

"Demi, your shirt."

"Seriously? You're worried about my shirt!? Aren't you dizzy?"

"No, I don't really get dizzy. You need working eyes to have an image go make you dizzy. Come on, we should probably get home. Sorry I ruined the day." I gently push her off me and stand.

Demi takes my hand and we walk at a reasonable pace, but I'm forced to a halt not long after we started walking.

"Babe, I need you to take off your shirt." She says slowly with caution.

"What?"

"My shirt won't soak up any more blood and I'm trying to at least slow down the flow. I'm really worried and I know you're lying to me when you say it doesn't hurt. I'm only trying to help. Do you trust me?"

She sees right through me. Just like that, she knows what I'm hiding. I'm scared, but at the same time, I know she cares. I nod, and lift my arms reluctantly as she lifts my shirt. When it passes my shoulder, she starts following the cloth with feather kisses until it's completely over my head.

I know she's not trying anything. She's terrified and I can tell, but she's attempting to slow my quickening breath. It's not because of her, not really anyway, it's because I think I might pass out both from blood loss and from the fact that I have to go to the doctor. Demi won't give me a choice, and I know it. With this, which I now know could be serious, I might get a needle in my skin. I hate needles.

The shirt is scrunched together when she ties it around my head tightly.

"Ow!" I complain.

"Babe, I need to put pressure on it."

We continued walking and a Breeze started to form. It made the fresh and dry blood cold against my skin. As we journeyed forward, I started to get lightheaded of a sorts. I couldn't walk straight and started tripping until I just fell on the ground.

I couldn't get up. My limbs where spaghetti and my torso was a bowling ball. My head was wobbling and I was crying. I couldn't hold them back anymore, so I let them fall, the salty water mixing with the metallic taste of blood.

"Baby are you...." She stopped in her tracks, I don't know why. Maybe it was because I probably looked like shit. "Babe? Babe? Natalie? Sweetie, come on, stay with me don't go to sleep, talk to me.

I feel her flip me over and carry me bridal style, her pace going from stumble to walk to run. I was being bounced around and jostled. It made it harder to sleep but. I wanted to. I wanted to so bad it hurts. I was being forced to talk though, and in between carrying me and running, Demi still managed to kiss me and brush both hair and blood away from my face.

"Baby, please talk to me." She pleaded, her voice thick. Is she crying, over me?

"Are you okay?" I asked to keep myself with her.

"Yes, I'm fine. How are you doing?" She laughs slightly at my question, but all humor is gone. I actually wanted to make sure she was okay.

"My head hurts and I think my girl is crying. So not very good. Don't cry baby girl, I'll be fine. Are you hurt? Did you get any injuries?"

"How can I not cry? I don't want anything to happen to you. I promised you, myself, and your friends that I wouldn't get you hurt. I let everyone down. But no, I'm not hurt, you saved me."

"This doesn't count as an injury caused by you. I declare it. And of course I saved you, I'm a superhero. Your superhero.

I hear a car door open and I'm tossed inside in a laying position with my head on top of what I assume is a beach towel. She always keeps two in her car. Then the door closes and another one opens. Then it closes once again and Demi shoves the keys into the ignition.

"Of course baby. Now just hang in there, my superhero. You will fly again."

The last thing I remember is crying out in pain when she hit a pot hole most likely going well over the speed limit and car horns went off as she frantically tried to soothe me and drive at the same time. Then every thought I had vanished as my eyelids got heavy and i was transported into nothingness.
----------------------------------------------pretty long:) left you on a cliffhanger sorta. Soooo....yeah. Vote and comment if you want, as well as follow, but it's totally optional.