Caidoz

Chapter 12

          I thought briefly, organizing my thoughts. "Right, where to begin? Okay, a Caidozian is a special person who contains the powers of their namesake."
   Procyon inhaled sharply and tore at his strapped bag on his leg. He almost had it open when he saw he looking at him. The Constellarmation regarded me, then shook his head and turned away.
   I heard a click and then the sound of ruffling pages. "What're you looking for?" I asked.
   Procyon closed the book and it clicked again. "Nothing."
   I was so disappointed that he refused to tell me what was going on in that head of his that I fell silent. Without conversation, distractions, or adrenaline, I was forced to focus on my screaming wrists. If I ever saw a cliff again, I thought, I will personally find a way to add a pair of safe stairs with railings! The ground was not very soft, but I was grateful for it anyway.  The blanket was still tightly wrapped around me, but it was slowly coming undone. I did not see it fall off my shoulders. I lightly poked my right wrist and clenched my teeth in compressed affliction.
   "How do they feel?" Procyon asked, moving in front of me.
    "Horrible." I said in agony.
   "Let's take a look, shall we?" He started unwrapping my left hand. Procyon's affable care touched me.
   I was glad he did so, for the invisible flames dancing on my hand seemed to increase as the red material was removed. The sight underneath left me feeling faint. My wrist was obviously broken for it contained a upturned curve to my usually straight arm. There my wrist was an ugly black and blue with small veins showing through. I knew Procyon would turn away or perhaps he would frown and say I looked too hideous to touch.
   Instead, the boy only glanced at my face and said, "I told you it was broken, though it didn't seem so at the time. It's no doubt the same for the other one." Sure enough, when he unwrapped the other, it was the very image of the left.

       "It would be best to attach the bone back in a proper place. The first time I wrapped it, I did it so it was just compressing the size it was already in," Procyon said. He turned away. "However, I'm a bit nervous to do this, I never had to before. "
    "You know what to do right?" I inquired.
   Procyon nodded. "Yeah. But it's going to hurt, especially if I do it wrong."
   I quietly listened and then said, "Do it."
   He frowned at that point in time. After a minute had passed in which he appeared to hesitate, Procyon sighed and looked around. "I need four sticks or something that has the same straightness." The Constellarmation got up, walking to the end of the clearing, searching. He returned with many, but in the end, he chose only a few straightened ones. He then gripped my arm.
   My heart was beating faster than it had when I was being attacked by plants from my fear.
   Procyon touched my shoulder. "Follow me."
   "Why?"
   "I gotta make sure you won't murder me when I do this." He chose a tree near the spot where he recieved the sticks. "Sit." He inclined to the spot against the trunk.
   I nervously do so.
   He sat dierctly in front of me with me behind him, slightly squeezed. "What are you doing?"
"I was taught this way. Wrap your right arm out in front of me."
   I forcefully jerk it in his direction and he grabs it out from under his arm, putting it in front of him.
   Procyon gave no notice when he started feeling my wrist down into my arm. Though I lacked much of the proper enegry to change into the Crab, it controlled me for the split secound of a minute to unearthly wail, fighting away from him.
   At the sound, Procyon jerked away from me, throwing his satchel over his head, watching me from his spot. "What was that!?"
   My eyes water in response to my wrist. "Forget it, you just startled me when you started so fast." I replied.
   "There was a beast there, inside your eyes." He sounded petrified.
   Had he seen? I didn't want to tell him the truth unless I had no other choice. It not a lack of choice, but a lack of reason.
   "I seen it before Cancer, inside you."
   "...I will tell you sometime, but that time is not now nor today." This was the truth. I wanted to talk to someone about what had occured, someone who would empathize.