One Piece (SSW Backstory)

Chapter 13

Saphira's POV

I was getting bored as I sat and wait. I was catching fish with my head swaying back and forth. I knew my fight to stay awake is coming to an end. All I could do is keep my mind accupide to keep awake. It isn't working all that well.

'Angie has beautiful blond hair. With her bright blue eyes, it makes her look like an angel.' I turn my gaze to Donny. He was sitting at the table with a book in hand. 'Donny has these creepy, yet enchanting, purple eyes.' There is a shiver that runs down my spine everytime we make eye contact, just like when I heard his voice for the first time. My eyes turn to look at Leo.

'Dark hair with blue eyes. He is the most serious one between his brothers.' I watch him as he and Angie gather all the bedding from the upper level where we all slept. They were using the basket Donny set up for Winifred to carry everything down. Mikey is the next person I set my eyes on. 'He's so full of energy.' It makes me more exhausted the longer I look at him. How many push-ups did he do already? I lost count. 'He's hair is standing out in all directions, like he couldn't bother to comb it. His orange eyes are close in color to my own, but if we stand in the sun, you could obviously see the difference.'

With disdain and hesitation, I turn my eyes to the last person. Ralph. He was still pouting in the corner with a heavy frown on his face as he, too, was watching Angie and Leo work. 'I really don't like him, but I will admit that I'm jealous of his strength.' I knew that I didn't stand a chance against him in a fight, yet I still throwed the first punch. 'That's not all I'm jealous about. You'd think I'd be jealous of a pretty girl like Angie, I am, but I'm more jealous of Ralphs pretty red eyes.'

As if he knew I was thinking about him, Ralph turned his frown on me. "What are you looking at?!" I turn my eyes to the floor, embarrassed that I was caught staring. "Nothing" I mumbled. Ralph made a 'tsk' sound before looking away too. 'Damn jerk. What's the use of having pretty eyes if your perminent scowling face ruins it!' I always liked blond hair, but never wanted it. No, I quite liked my poop brown hair. But, red eyes? I wished I had pretty eyes like that.

Granny Lilo emerged from the room, "You can come in now, Saphira." She didn't wait for me as she returned in the room. I stood up on shaky legs and tighten my hold on Winifred as to not drop her by accident. Her complain from my tight hold actually made me smile. I was glad she was back to her old self again. I entered the room and quickly searched where Silver was. I sigh in relief seeing her sit on the bed next to Charlie. Her pale face didn't ease my worries much.

"Come stand here and let me examine you." Granny Lilo was in her chair again. She was pointing to the spot in front of her. I gave Winifred to Silver and stood where I was told. "Lift your shirt and stand still." I tried to follow her instructions as she pocked and proded at my body. Her cold fingers were uncomfortable to my warm skin. She would take some strange instrument to check my pulse or examine my eyes. Then came the scary part. "I'll take a small amount of blood and run some tests." I looked to the small table that held her strange instruments and saw three other vials of blood.

"Although, with my limited resource, I don't know how far I'll get." With that, withouth warning, she poked a needle into my arm and drew out blood until the vial was full. I blinked once she pulled away. I hardly felt anything, not even a pinch. "Wow. Saphira didn't even flinch. She usually hates shots." Silver's amazement at this miraculous achievement made me embarrassed. "It's not the same as a shot..." My arguement went on deaf ears, as everyone watched Granny Lilo gather her things.

"Tonight, you'll stay in my room and sleep here. I'll bring you you're dinners. Remember, don't make any contact with others." As she gave her instructions on what to do and what not to do, she was packing the vials and other equipment into a briefcase. "I'll have to go to the doctor's office to be able to run these tests. So, please, behave yourselves." With those words, she left the room with the briefcase in hand. On the other side of the curtain, we can hear whispers. Not long after, the old creaky front wooden door opened and shut closed.