~the undead Diaries~ (re-editing!!)

injury and dinner

"Hey, I'm going to help you," I said softly, looking over at Darcy, who was perched on the edge of the hospital-looking bed beside me. Her eyes flickered with a mix of apprehension and gratitude. "Yeah, okay, it's fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just please be gentle; I can't handle much pain."

I nodded, understanding the weight of her words, and focused on her injuries. Carefully, I began to tend to her, my movements deliberate and soft, ensuring not to exacerbate her discomfort. After a few tense minutes filled with hushed breaths and the occasional wince from her, I finally finished.

"Alright, all done," I said, trying to offer some reassurance. "Now, I will take you to your friends. Just hang on to me, and we'll make our way to the movie room."

With that, I positioned myself next to her, gently wrapping her arm over my shoulder for support. She leaned into me slightly, a look of determination crossing her face as we began the slow, careful walk. Together, we navigated the sterile corridor, my heart racing a little as I focused on keeping her steady. The anticipation of seeing her friends seemed to fuel her strength, pulling us both toward the comforting familiarity of the movie room.

As we made our way to the movie room, a creeping sense of unease washed over me when I noticed that the door was ajar. My heart raced—why was it open? I understood that the others were frightened, but this felt like an oversight that could lead to trouble. With the girl beside me, I stepped cautiously into the dimly lit room.

As I entered, my eyes darted toward the window, which was supposed to be securely closed and reinforced by thick metal panels designed to keep our home safe. To my horror, it stood wide open, an invitation to danger. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!??" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls, filled with urgency and anger.

Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed to the window, my adrenaline surging as I spotted a kid—an impulsive youth, by the looks of it—idly perched by the opening. In a swift motion, I shoved him out of the way, urgency propelling my actions. The chill from the outside air hit me as I slammed the window down with all my might, watching in relief as the locking mechanism clamped into place.

With a sharp clang, the heavy metal barrier descended, sealing off the room from the world outside. A mixture of panic and determination filled the air as I took a deep breath, grateful to have regained control of the situation.

"Why is there metal covering the window?" I asked, my voice rising slightly with confusion and frustration. "And why did you slam it shut? We were just trying to look outside." I gestured toward the heavy barricade, blocking what would have been a view of the world beyond the walls of this intimidating place. It felt absurd to me; he had such a large home, yet it felt like he was imprisoning us within it. "It won't hurt to simply look out, will it?" My tone was incredulous, and I couldn't hide the disbelief in my eyes.

He stared back at me, the corners of his mouth tightening in a way that suggested I had completely missed the point. "What's your name?" I pressed, irritated by his defiance. After all, this was my home, and I expected respect.

"My name is Arrow," he replied, a hint of challenge in his tone. "But why do you need to know my name?" His question caught me off guard, and I could feel my irritation simmering. How dare he question me? "Because then I know what to call out when I need to yell at you," I snapped, my expression shifting to one of exasperation. The nerve of this boy to speak to me like that in my own house!