Ready to Run

Chapter 6 - Unexplainable

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We had a long run yesterday, making my legs and feet sore. I yelped in pain, not being able to move my legs. I looked around to see that I was in a bedroom. I scanned around and noticed that everything was made by woods. On my left was a window that has a picturesque view of the green hills. The view was breathtaking.

"Harry?" The first word I uttered without even comprehending. It just automatically came out of my mouth whenever I felt lonely or scared.

There was no response.

I tried so hard to stand up, slowly trying to move my feet out of the bed. It was so painful that my eyes were filled with tears. Every move I make, it feels like my legs were stabbed with a hundred knives. When my feet were finally both touching the cold wooden floor, I stood up enduring the pain. As much as I tried to remain standing, my feet voluntarily fell down. It felt like it has no bones as I stumbled down the cold ground. I didn't realise that I hit the vase on the table as I fell down on the shattered pieces of broken glasses that scattered on the floor. I felt numb for a moment and didn't even notice that the broken pieces were buried down my bare skin.

"Ice?" I heard the door opened but I couldn't look to see who it was. I couldn't even move because of the situation. I knew it was Harry. "Ice!" He repeated. This time his voice filled with concern.

"What happened?" He ran to me, panicking not knowing what to do.

I wasn't crying. The tears just voluntarily escaped my eyes because of pain.

"I-I don't know." My voice shook and I couldn't think properly. I felt really giddy.

"There's a blood." He said, placing his huge hand on my back for support. He then put his other hand under my knee to carry me and put me back on the bed. I heard him groaned trying to give his all strength. I heard the broken glasses getting crushed when he stepped on it.

"Just wait here." He said, holding my hand for a second and left me. It didn't take too long before he came back with the medicine kit.

"What did you do?" He asked, opening the box as he got the ointment and cotton. He cleansed the open wound on my knee as I squirmed in pain every time the cotton touched it.

"Don't worry, it will heal soon." He said, treating me like a five year old kid who had never seen a wound before. "Don't remove this, okay?" He reminded, wrapping the bandage on the massive, opened wound as I nodded slowly.

"I'm very sorry." I looked at him apologetically. He didn't respond, still focusing on wrapping the bandage around my damaged knee. When he was done, he finally looked at me, breathing out.

"For what?" He asked. I just stared on his beautiful green eyes.

"I'm such a clumsy person and I'm ruining your life." I admitted. I felt really bad, noticing I did nothing but a huge burden on his shoulders.

"Ice," he uttered. "Don't feel like that. You never encumbered me." He said.

"We just met three days ago." I whispered. "Where are we by the way?" I asked and looked around, trying to change the sensitive topic.

"Yesterday, I had to bring you to somewhere we could stay in for a while. I saw this house and pleaded the owner to stay because you were unconscious. I had to pay them though." He explained.

"What happened to me?" I asked, not remembering a single thing from yesterday.

"You just passed out. Maybe you're not used to running, travelling, walking and starving?" He raised an eyebrow, asking for confirmation.