Run for it

Chapter Twenty- Hospitals

Fox's POV:

I saw Artemisia's eyelids slowly close and her body turning limp in my arms. I gathered her up bridal style, and started to walk towards the strange humans who silently moved aside to create a path to their flying machines.

I climbed inside quickly, Artemisia still in my arms, and waited anxiously as an army man climbed into the space in front of us, and started to fly the machine.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay," I kept muttering- more to myself than Artemisia. Her head was lying across my lap, and I brushed some of the stray hairs behind her ears. I glanced out the window to see the ground really small beneath me. Any other time I would have had my full attention what was going on outside, but right now I was too worried over Artemisia. It was strange, I had never felt so protective and anxious over anyone before. It was all new to me, and I had to admit I was scared. Scared that I might loose myself, scared that she might leave me and not come back. There was nothing I could do but see if they help her.

I felt the flying machine hit the ground and the loud noise of the spinning things on top to come to a stop. Immediately I opened the door, carrying Artemisia out the door and running towards the building towering in front of us. The man flying the machine ran in with us, shouting orders into a small box on his top. I shoved the door open with my side, rushing in and following the soldier down endless corridors, taking so many turns until we reached another door. Pushing it open, I lay her down on the bed, which was under harsh spotlights, as people in white masks and blue clothes pushed me outside, all crowding around Artemisia and performing what looked to be a highly perfected dance, each one knowing what to do at the right time.

I was pushed out the room, and the doors closed in my face. I rested my forehead against them for a few seconds, before turning around to see a lot of chairs, but instead of being made from bamboo, they were made for some kind of shiny wood, carved perfectly. I perched on the edge of the seat, resting my elbows on my knees, and my face in my hands. The sound of voices echoed through the halls, with people rushing about from place to place. There was no homely feel to this place, the hard cold floors and walls, stark lights, giving no rest to the eye. So many people walked past, old, young, barley born. People forlorn with the death of loved ones, people rejoicing in the restoration of health, weary-eyed workers- tired from a hard days work, and anxious visitors, waiting for any news on their beloveds. It was like some kind of sick parade as each individual marched on, no rest given out. They dragged their feet, with the memory of sudden life changing events. Each was just a toy in the world's vicious game, a never ending cycle of pain and angst. Each person feels as if it's the end of their world, but it's not. They're just a tiny part in the never ending parade that helps the world suffer on. The world doesn't deserve people such as Artemisia, people who would risk their life to save others. Who would do anything to stop the suffering of others, even if it meant getting shot in the stomach.

I waited and waited for her to come out those doors, a grin on her face that could light up a whole room. But nothing happened. I waited and waited for the doors to open, even to be nudged ever so slightly. But still, nothing happened. The worry faded into exhaustion, and I slowly fell asleep to the sound of people rushing back and forth, strange machines beeping away in the background. My eyes gently closed, the image of the unmoving doors becoming the last thing I saw before the black.

I wrote this in my fingerless gloves, cause it's so friggin' coldso sorry for any typos, not my fault, I've tried to correct as many as I could when writing, btw this isn't edited (like usual) so if you spot any typos, please point them out, unless someone else has pointed them out already.

------------- I wrote this in two parts, most of it being written quite soon after the last chapter, the rest being done today. It was not especially long, so there's no excuse there- so I'll go with the truth. I was tired. And I don't mean the 'oh I felt a little bit tired so I'll sit down for a minute' kind of tired. No. I mean the 'as soon as I came home from school, I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep' kind of tired. I don't even know why I felt so tired, I just found it really hard to stay awake, especially during lessons. So I'm sorry, but it was absolutely horrible, because I had The Book Thief, and I was so close to finishing it but I couldn't because I was so tired. But- on a happier note- IT'S NOW THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!! And, after a few days of about 12 hour sleeps, I'm feeling back to normal.

P.s, I finished The Book Thief by Mark Zusack and it was absolutely phenomenal- by far one of my favourites. I would highly recommend to anyone, I was crying at the end of it, and I don't often cry at books, I've only cried at two on Wattpad, and I have read so many. (Books that I cried at below this). Anyway, it's set in the war, and usually that puts me off of a book, but this wasn't about someone's time in the war, it was about the effects of the war on civilians. I can't stress this enough, it was amazing. You guys HAVE to read it! No questions about it.

The books on Wattpad that I cried at:

Beyond Forgiveness by Willamina

Damaged Goods by krispycarrotz

JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!! I know it's almost 10 on the 24th of December, and the most of you won't see this 'til, at the earliest tomorrow, and by then it will be Christmas day, so HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boy I took long to update....