Atlanta And Him [BEING RE-MADE]

Five; Atlanta And Him

Jamie made no suit to stop my kicks and slams against his back. Thankfully there was no one else in the hallways to witness the murder of my pride for we we're in the middle of a period - but it's still embarasing none the less.

"Gah!" I cried, pounding my tiny, clenched fists agains his rock hard back... All I managed to accomplice was to hurt my hands - he didn't even seem to notice me!

"If you don't stop..." He warned through what sounded like gritted teeth.

"You'll what? Drop me?" I snarled, realizing that he was also carrying my oxygen tank. For the first time, I actually sympathized with an inanimate object.

He stopped. My forehead bumped into the small of his back as I stared down at The floor... Quite far from my face. No...NO. He wouldent... And sure enough, he loosened his grip on the back of my thighs, and while the pale white floor plummeted towards my face, I let out a strangled yelp. Just before I was able to face-plant and flip over myself... And castrate the basterd... Jamie caught me over his shoulder, chuckling darkly.

"Its amazing that you actually trusted me that I wouldn't drop you," He laughed (not a nice laugh), as a sinister tingle crept up my spine from the additude-change. "Don't worry," He told me solemnly. "I've taken you to the hospital once, I don't plan on taking you there again." You fu*king piece of sh*t. Of course that's all you care about.He laughed in amusement as if he could read my happy thoughts.

Adusting me back higher over his broad shoulder, he continued to walk towards an unknown destination, his long and gracefull stride barley causing me to bounce. Giving up in defeat, I let my arms sag towards the floor, watching without interest as they swung in sync with his walk.

God, I feel so stupid!

Universe, please put me out of my misery, I mentally prayed while light that flooded in from an open doorway was based on the floor to where I could see... What I assumed was where Jamie wanted to take me. Basing my hands against the small of his back, I raised my upper body to a more vertical position while I looked for any evidence to where Jamie's deathbed will soon be.

Thinking of the many, colorful ways that one can be tortured and killed, I became so angry to the point to where I wanted to violently rip all the heads off my old Barbie dolls.

"Where are you taking me?!" I asked in a very un-ladylike voice as he stepped through a brightly-lit room. As he did, a light voice (definitely not masculine and smooth like Jamie's) called out in surprise. Putting my oxygen tank on the ground first, he then griped my hips and let me jump off of his shoulder. Apparently I wasn't ready to stand yet - I sagged into the chair, an intense head-rush causing me to sway. Or maybe its my feaver.

I didn't realize he was on one knee before me until he started to check my forehead for my temperature. I tried not to wince as Jamie brushed over the part of my head that I fell on - and from the look his eyes gave me, he knew what he did and he didn't seem to happy towards me. "You're in need of medical attention - were at the nurse's office." Jamie replied to my question in a soft and gentle voice as he wiped away the pesperation on my forehead and cheeks, not touching the sore part of my head this time.

The nurse came to my side as she asked my name, and what was bothering me. My eyes bodly never left Jamie's Navy ones as I answered her every question.

Looking around the pale pink walls of the room, I turned to see the small, squat nurse staring at the task before her - she was preparing one of those public thermometers. As she came forward to suddenly stoop the plastic-covered stick down my mouth, Jamie stood up and gracefully stepped out of her way, and as he did his expression was a smoky look that I couldn't distinguish as I put the thermometer under my tounge.