Prophecies Heroes

Chapter 10

Phil got lead back to his hospital room by Arth, Phil walking behind Arth in the hall, each steps resonated, he looked in the depth of the place, white and inanimate, peaceful but dead while always pure, he looked down at the ground, seeing While slab followed by each other and some were darkened by the time, the corner of the wall were black from dirt and moss with some faded flowers. He looked in front of him at the silent and then at Arth back.

Phil: Why is it like that?

Arth turned his head to look backward always walking.

Arth: That's what happen when you have pure peace, Ok you are certain to have no injuries but also, the important service are forgotten and let aside.

He looked at his left to see 3 45, he put a hand on the wall and let it slide as he walk, Phil looked at his left hand and his stomach cried out of hunger, Phil grabbed his stomach, Arth took his hand away from the wall and it was grey from dust, he wiped his hand and looked at Phil with a smile.

Arth: Not so clean but it can always serve food.

Phil felt embarrassed and put his right hand at the back of his neck while smiling.

Phil: I wouldn't dare to take advantage of your situation, please just lead me in my room, i will go out to buy my own food.

Arth slow down and let him come next to him, Phil looked down at his face, he was smiling and extending his hand in the air, Phil looked up at his hand and knew what he was about to do, Arth tried to hit him in the back, Phil crouched and Arth hit the air, Phil stood up and pointed at his injury with his right hand index.

Phil: Huh? hold.

Arth took notice of what he was about to do and laughed nervously before taking his hand back in his pockets, He looked forth and started walking.

Arth: My bad, but let me at least give you a meal or i would feel like sh*t, Valt is already down and maybe Rave and the other.

Phil restarted following him and closed quickly to his steps, he took out his phone from his left pocket and turn it on to see a crack on the top right corner, he looked at the time to 2:20 pm, turn it off and saw the elevator from far.

Phil: Is it working?

He pointed at it and looked at Arth, he saw what he was pointing and exhaled in distress,

Arth: If we have to rely on it, beside your superhuman body you would have lost you arm and even more.

He looked at Arth smiling with his white teeth showed.

Arth: And we would start eating at 5.

Phil smiled and laughed quickly, he looked at himself.

Phil: Where are my clothes?

They were in front of his room and Arth stopped to open the door, and point at the trash in the end of the room, with his right index, Phil slapped his face and both his hand open at his torso height he looked up and then down at his cut coat.

Arth: In the trash. . . 

He looked at Phil distress.

Arth: You good?

Phil crying in internal pain while looking up, he grabbed his head to look down depressed.

Phil: It was my last correct coat, and it is torn now.

Arth was a bit confused with all that happened this morning, he grabbed his chin looking at Phil depressed with skeptical eyes.

Arth(to himself): He seems to be way better than 10 minutes ago, i would think he would be in shock for a while. . . . Who is he?