Evocation

Chapter 7- There is Hope

"She's not dead, is she?"

My head pounds and my muscles ache against the brick floor. "I'll get there soon," I promise the voices.

"Fuck, please get up." It sounds like Avi.

I do my best to wave my hand, silencing the voices. I need a few more minutes until my body will move under my control again. I just want to sleep for a little while longer before I have to face the reality of my captivity again.

My body trembles and my skin feels like fingertips are brushing over me. Everything hurts.

"Is her leg broken?" Dean would ask. I feel the sharp sting in my leg only after he says it. I open my eyes to check, but everything is dark and blurry. I shut them again.

"At least it's not cut off," I say to myself. My voice doesn't sound clear. I barely understood it. Do vocal cords shrivel up from dehydration? It feels like they do. I stretch my back and re-settle myself on the ground. I miss my bed but I'm getting used to the bricks. Dean would continue fussing over my injured body if he were here. So I let him fuss and I drift back to sleep. I wasn't ready to wake up yet.

"Back off," Lorcan tells Dean, waking me up again.

"Thank God you're here. She needs you." Dean would hand me off to Lorcan.

"Echo?" Lorcan's voice is scared in this dream. I furrow my brows. Lorcan doesn't get scared. I haven't heard that voice since the day I met him in that tavern all those years ago. "We're here, love. We found you. You need to come with us. Get up." His voice is high and nervous. He's really fucking spooked.

"You don't have to be afraid," I reach for him, wanting to soothe him. "They can't hurt you. You're not real."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He says.

"Will you lay with me?" I ask bravely.

"Help me get her up," Lorcan says to someone else. Maybe Dean is still here. Maybe I'll get to dream of Daegan next, or Antony, or maybe Calico's delicious cooking. I open my eyes, everything still blurry, and push my body off the ground. My leg aches like a bitch and I squeal in agony.

"Why can't I sleep a little longer? It'll heal," I gesture to my leg and lay back on the ground.

"You can sleep when we get you back to The Evocation." Lorcan says, pulling me up. Another pair of hands wrap around me and help me to my feet. I lean forward heavily, not having full control of my limbs.

I open my eyes again and see Lorcan's blurry, faded face. His blonde hair looks cartoonish and fake in this light. His beard is long and erratic. I laugh. "Can you carry her?" Dean asks frantically. "I can't."

I'm about to make a joke about being needing to go on a diet when Lorcan says to Dean, "when did you get stabbed? Can you make it back to the ship?"

"I don't like this dream anymore," I tell them with slurred speech. I like it better when they defeat the bad guys and come out as heroes. I don't want to think of them getting hurt.

"I'm fine," Dean says. "But she can't walk like that."

Lorcan looks at my eyes and I give him my biggest grin, trying to woo him.

"You smell like shite," he says, then lifts me up.

I sigh. I don't need the reminder. Lorcan wraps his arms under my legs and holds me close. My head is on his soft chest and I hum, content to be close. It even smells like him. I fall back asleep as I dream of Lorcan's hard arms caressing me and his broad chest acting as a pillow.

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I wake up in a panic, feeling my body encased in fabric. Am I in a body bag? Was I killed? I open my eyes and am surprised to be able to see clearly. I'm back on The Evocation, in my bedroom.