Daughter of Death

XXII

Ahhhhh
Anyways I think my uploading schedule is just like
Once a month
Sorry—

WHAT THE HECK
DO EM DASHES NOT TRANSFER ANYMORE IN COPY-PASTE?!
NOR ELLIPSIS?!
...WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK

The sugar and rest definitely helped the group. They managed to pay for the food and a room at the hotel with two beds with money from their wristbands—uh, somehow. Hallez was pretty sure the money was mostly counterfeit, but she wasn't complaining.

    At the very least, their physical states were better. Hallez had discovered angry red burn marks on the inside of her forearms, which Lavi explained was the most serious injury she had received from the crash. Which was a complete miracle, though it was mostly just another mood dampener.

    "It'll take a bit to fully heal. It was almost a third degree burn, but you don't have any flesh exposed so you should be fine without proper medicine and treatment."

    "You can't heal it fully?"

    "I usually just hasten the healing process; I can't just magically snap my fingers and heal you instantly. That's something only possible on a godly level."

    It was a shame, but...whatever. She felt fine other than an occasional sting, especially after the nap.

    When the alarm clock on their wristbands went off to wake them, Hal jumped to her feet from the armchair where she had slept in, still fully dressed after yesterday in her slightly singed T-shirt, jacket and pants.

    "Come on, wake up, let's go." She strode across the hotel room, past the two beds to the light switches, and mercilessly turned all of them on.

    She was met with groans of complaint. And a second later, the shuffling of her contubernium slowly getting out of bed an hour before dawn.

    "It's too earlyyyyy," Fiona's voice drifted from under one bed, where she slept in with her brother. They had insisted on Hallez taking one of the beds, but she firmly denied, saying that the armchair was as comfortable as the beds to her, and they were too tired to complain.

    "Exactly." Hal took the pillow from the armchair and threw it at Fiona's face. "Come on. I'm going to brush my teeth. Do try to be up by the time I come back."

    Thankfully, when she exited the bathroom, they were up.

    "Alright, Fiona you go first, then Lavi, then Travis. I'm going to try and search for locations to travel to on the wristband."

    "Wow," Fiona said, smiling at her, still groggy. "You sound more like a leader today."

    "...I do?"

    "Yeah. And plus, I think you are our leader now, unanimously."

    This stunned her. "I..."

    She couldn't get an answer out before Fiona slipped to the bathroom. So...she was the leader. That's...great. This wasn't the first time she had been in groups of people who unanimously chose her as leader. She wasn't quite sure why. She never asked or particularly wanted to be a leader. Being a leader sucked. Especially being a good leader. It's never simple, and she was usually neutral and strict, so you'd think that might prompt people to vote against her being the leader. But nope. Apparently being strict and serious all the time was something people wanted for a leader. Hal knew though that a good leader was someone who would be more empathetic. Someone who understood others better, someone who the rest of the team would feel comfortable being around. None of which applied to her. It was astounding how many times she had been proven wrong.