Revenge of Wounded (Book 2 of The Impossible trilogy)

Chapter 8: The Breakup

--------------------In this chapter, I warn, there will be a... scene, but i don't get detailed and there will be a suggested bad word here or there. Just to forewarn you guys. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!---------------------------------

Josh

Everything ached. My vision swam as if I was in water, with the objects around me blurring like fish that where swimming along a current. I stumbled on my feet, barley keeping myself up right.

Dang it! Why did this have to happen now, of all time's, when I'm at school? I can't have Fiera seeing me like this or anyone. If someone was to come back from lunch, I'll be found out. I try to grab on to something to stable myself, but lockers aren't the most reliable things to hold on to. As a result, my hand slips from the locker and I feel myself going down.

I close my eye's, preparing myself for impact. This is going to leave a bruise. Before I make it too far though, someone catches me and throws my arm around their shoulder. Opening my eyes, I look to see who it is. Trying to make out the blurred face, I realize its Malea.

"A-are you alright, Josh? W-we need to get you to the nurses office."

"No! I-I'm fine." I try to stand, but a wave of dizziness hits me, making me almost fall again.

"I'm p-pretty sure your not. I'm taking you to the nurses office." Malea says with finality in her voice. With no way to really resist, I go with her.

When we finally reach the nurses office, without anyone discovering us, we find out the nurse is not there.

Malea bites her lip nervously. "W-where's the nurse?"

"Most likely on lunch break. I'll just lay down on the bed in the back part." I manage to get the words out.

Lifting, myself off her shoulder, I walk to the door in the back of the nurse's office and proceed to the bed. Malea follows in behind me and watches me lay down. I feel my dizziness subside a little.

"I-I'll go get Fiera." Malea turns around to leave, but I shout out, "Wait."

Malea stops and looks at me confused. I continue. "Don't tell Fiera! Please!"

"W-Why? Wouldn't it be best that your sister knows your s-sick?"

"I don't want her knowing about this, so please."

For a second, Malea hesitates, giving me are-you-for-sure look. Then she comes and sits down on the edge of the bed with a defeated sigh.

"Why do you not want to tell Fiera?" She questions me. I can't tell her the real reason, can I? Malea will surly tell my sister.

"I-I promise I won't tell." Malea pleads, as if she could read my mind.

Is she really that concerned about me? We stay like that for a couple seconds, me contemplating whether I should tell her and her continuing to give me the pleading look.

I sigh. "The reason I don't want to tell her is because I don't want her to worry about me. I have these little spurts of sickness once in a while. Since my powers don't agree with my body, they react violently towards me, and the more I use my powers the worse the side effects are. That's what happens when a person is not compatible with powers, though the side effects varies from person to person."