Blu Blood

Chapter 3

Chapter 3
138 days after infection

When I come to, I first notice that I cannot move. From what I can tell, I am not tied up, but my limbs just feel like they weigh three times the weight of my whole body. The second thing I realize is I have a headache, and I picture a miniature man banging a hammer against my brain. The third is that my throat is so dry that I cannot even cough. The fourth is that my eyes are practically glued shut by those eye buggers.

The last thing I take in that I am not the only one here. I am not alone.

"Sissy?"

I can feel my body relax as the tension slowly releases from my limbs. It's just Garret.

"Bubba?" I can barely hear myself. My voice is too shallow and feels like sandpaper against my throat. "Can you get some wate-" I am cut off with a fit of coughs that have me folding into myself. Nonetheless, a cold cylinder is gently shoved into my hand, and I waste no time with taking five large gulps before I slow until there is only enough to quench a cat's thirst. I use the rest to wipe away the muck on my face.

Then, I can finally see.

And notice that we are not back at the bakery.

Forgive me when I find it hard to believe that a thirty pound boy can carry a one-hundred and twenty pound girl to another location, no matter the distance.

I sit on a rundown bed with holes worn at the corners. Springs stick out, and there's a weird lump at the end. We sit is what looks like a shack built with wooden planks. There's only one window, but I can see trees surrounding us. It's hard to tell whether or not we are in the same forest we camped in yesterday.

Bubba sits in a metal foldup chair. His doe ares area large and full of emotion and tears. His mouth is turned down.

"Hey, baby." I try to give him a smile, but my head decided that it wants to act like a bell that bangs in order to tell the world that someone is getting married. "How did we get here?"

Instantly, his face lights up. His frown turns into a sparkling grin and his eyes shine. "These nice guys brought us here to their camp. They even fixed my neck!" He reaches up with a pale hand to drag the collar of his t-shirt down so the white bandage is revealed. I notice that there's no blood leaking through.

The size of his smile probably hurts him more than his wound now.

"C'mere, Bubba. Let me take a look." I reach for him as I drag myself to a sitting position. I grit my teeth to keep myself from passing out.

"It's good! He promised!" He held up his pinky to signified that he pinky swore with whoever he is talking about. I quickly decide that we'll leave before those guys comeback. I don't feel like taking my chances with these guys, considering we were just mugged by a twelve year old and a scrawny man. If I can't take those bozos out, then a pair of healthy men would be hell.

"Just let me check to see. I promise if it looks good, I'll leave it alone. I just need to check on your wound and see if I need to clean it."

Bubba nods, then crawls onto the bed with me close enough so that I can scrutinize his wound. I don't have to look closely to notice that this guy, whoever he is, is skilled enough to take care of a boy with hemophilia.