DIVERSITY

DIVERSITY- Chapter 13

My stomach lurched at the sudden pull of gravity overcoming my weightless appearance. Thoughts I had were too indulged in the pain of the bullet in my leg to worry about the surface beneath me I was to collide with.

It happened as quickly and simply as clicking your fingers. My back hit the lunch table, forever winding my lungs from forming breath.

I could feel the blood leak from my thigh, forming a small pool on the wooden surface, as the wound refused to stop bleeding.

My hands flew to my ears, desperate for the commotion in the room to be silenced.

A few moments later, I uncovered my ears. The room was silent. Everyone had been ordered to leave. My vision blurred and my arms and legs swayed under the numbness rendering my body helpless.
A few feet away, I could barely see the dark silhouette of two figures, through the haze that threatened my vision.
My brow creased at the sight of them arguing, the taller and broad-chested figure hovered over the more fragile, less muscular looking figure.

"You are not allowed near her until further testing informs us of what in God's name just happened here!" Bellowed a deep voice.
The tone of the voice only caused the shudders through my body to worsen. I winced, noticing that a sleek layer of sweat had formed over my body. Judging by their meekly shadows and deep voices, I assumed that the two people were both men.

"Please, I can help her! Then once she's healthier you can deal with the problem." The slimmer man pleaded. Blinking several times through the dizziness, I realised that the second man's voice sparked recognition within me.

My lips moistened at the white foam spurring from the corners of my mouth.
The agony caused by the bullet in my leg, had subsided to an unbearable slow throb of torture, as I willed myself from the darkness I was afraid of slipping into.

"I'm afraid the answer is still no." The muscular man grumbled under his breath. His reluctance served as a distraction to me.

Trembling though I was, I forced my stiff neck to turn and face in the man's direction.
My eyes were drooping, but I could still make out the man's features. He was wearing War Squad's uniform, explaining the strong muscular build, and gruff voice.

But the other man? Who was he?

Squinting hard, my heart thumped frantically in my chest as I fought the darkness to catch a glimpse of the other person.

He was wearing a uniform that I recognized as the one I was forced to wear now.
My droopy eyelids raised a little, allowing me to view the handsome- like features of the man's head.
Something caught my eye.

The sleeked back, messy, golden hair, seemed like it was screaming a very important clue to me.

I heard him speak again.
"Look!" He cried, the familiarity growing stronger with every word he spoke, "She's dying!"

Half- conscious and vaguely aware of my actions, I risked sliding my arm carefully down to my thigh to properly inspect the wound.

Had I really bled that much? Am I dying?

My fingers glazed over the broken skin, my touch provoking a flare of pain. Instantly more crimson liquid oozed from my leg. I squeezed my eyes shut, and gritted my teeth against the soreness.

Please God, don't let me die. If I have any chance of getting out of here, I want to see my family again.

" What use is she to you dead!?!"

I gave all my strength to force my eyes open.

I watched as the soldier slowly nodded his head.
"Okay. Go ahead." His rough, deep voice had not changed its tone in the slightest.

I could feel myself slipping in and out of the darkness.

Moments later, when I regained consciousness, two strong hands were gripping my shoulders and shaking them vigorously.

It was the man. He was kneeling beside the table my body was sprawled across. He shouted words I could only hear whispers of.
"Wake up!"
"Don't go!"
"Fight it!"

Eyelashes fluttered before my vision, as I encouraged myself to blink away the tiredness.

The strong arms left my shoulders, instead, one was positioned around my neck, and the other cast it's hand gently hovering over the stained wound.

I froze with fear, when I realized that the man was going to apply pressure to the wound, therefore sending me into more writhing pain.

Catching my reluctance, the man quickly spoke, "It's okay, I promise. I won't let you die."

I stared into his eyes, gasping when I saw the shades of brilliant emeralds swimming around like a green ocean across his pupils.

Of course it had Damon! Oh, Damon, why did he try so hard to save my life? We both understood that our futures might be better if it in fact did end this way for me. It would save my family the mourning of losing their daughter to the world of dangerous abilities and difference.
"Dam-" I couldn't choke out the rest of the words.

"Sshh."

I watched in awe as his hand came down hard on my leg. I shivered, biting my lip, and waiting for the flare of pain. Only, it didn't happen.

Instead, a warmth spread through me, like a reassuring presence. The bullet wound seemed miles away, the pain was made bearable. For a moment.

I tried to haul my head up to look at my leg, but stopped when Damon's fingers tightened around my neck, holding it in place, and limiting my vision of him.

Fighting him, I tried to look up. Then I stopped.

Cringing, I sensed something in my leg, was slowly tearing through layers of skin. The bullet lodged in my thigh was being ushered out, as though an invisible magnetic force was commanding it to do so.

My voice suddenly lost control, screaming as the pain intensified.
The bullet finally came free.

I stopped screaming, leaving only the traces of shimmering tears rolling down my cheeks.

Releasing the pressure, holding down my head, Damon gently took my head and cradled it to look upon his handsome face.

Blinking tediously, I gasped at the bullet that was laying in his open palm. My eyes followed the extent of my legs, searching slowly for the remains of the wound.

My eyes narrowed at the sight of the almost-healed hole in my leg.

"Damon, how-" I gazed up into his cringing face. He caught my stare and tried to mask the obvious pain he was suffering.

"What did you do?" I felt the strength slowly returning to my body.

"Damon-" I said his name soothingly.

Damon gave me a weak smile, then collapsed onto his side on the white-tiled floor below his feet, one of his hands was bloody and clutching his thigh.

"No-" A sudden ripple expanded throughout my chest, leaving me breathless. The force from my fall onto the table I was sprawled on, had effected my breathing.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I leaned back, falling onto the hard wooden surface.

Mine and Damon's bodies lay beside each other, motionless, as the room filled with commotion from more soldiers filing in.

Unwillingly, I fell into the darkness.

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