Dragon Spire

Chapter five

Hello! Thanks for reading my story! Sorry that it took soooo long to upload but, I've been dealing with a severe case of writer's block and I have been on vacation and almost none of these hotels have wifi!

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I slowly feel myself rise from the murky depths of oblivion. I don't immediately open my eyes. My headache has gone down significantly, but I still feel terrible. I don't even know how I'm feeling terrible. I just am. Eventually I slowly open my heavy lidded eyes and find myself looking up at the tiled ceiling and lights of the nurse's office.

Apparently this is reality. I do not have wings. I did not find my family. I am still a orphan. I still live at the children's home.

 Someone must have noticed me waking up, because I hear the staccato beats of high heeled shoes crossing the room towards me. I hear someone open a door and inform someone else that I am awake. I try to sit up but I am gently pushed down again by the nurse.

"How are you feeling?" she asks.

"Okay," I mumble.

"Could you tell us what happened sweetie?" the nurse asks.

To tell the truth, I have no idea what happened. How could a headache cause me to pass out?

"I don't know," I tell her, "I've had this massive headache since third period. I signed a pass to come down here at the beginning of sixth period, but I guess I never made it."

After a moment I ask, "How did I get here anyway?"

"Oh, Shane saw you collapse and when he couldn't wake you, he carried you here. Isn't that so sweet!" the nurse exclaims.

Oh. My. Gosh. I am never going to live this down. This is terrible! No, this is worse than terrible. There is no word to describe how terrible awful this is.

"Would you like to thank him?" the nurse asks, "He is sitting right over there. He refused to leave until you woke up. Wasn't that sweet of him?"

No. I would rather not thank him, thank you very much. And as for him being sweet, he is about as sweet as garlic. The only possible reason that he could have stayed is to hold it over my head until I die.

"Uhhh, sure," is the only thing that I manage to say. I couldn't exactly tell her that I do not want to thank the boy who carried me to the nurse's office. Oh, if she could only understand, then she definitely would not be asking me to thank him.

"Okay! Great! I'm going to go out and leave you two alone then," the nurse squeaked. Man, I never realized how annoying her voice is.

I'm still looking at the ceiling tiles. I ever so slowly turn my head. I see the nurse exit the room. I also see probably the last person on earth that I would like to see sitting on a chair across from me.

I turn my head slowly back so I'm now looking at the ceiling again. I hear the squeak of the chair as he gets up then I hear his slow foot steps coming towards me. He stops about two feet away from me.

"Hello....Ivy," he says slowly, pausing before he says my name as if contemplating calling me weed.

"Hello, Shane," I say not looking at him.

I pause and after a minute or two he asks, "Well, are you going to thank me?"

I just look at him for awhile before answering, "Ya, I'm going to. It's just hard to thank someone for doing something when I know that they are going to make my life even more miserable than it already is because of it."