Chapter eight: Hunter
“Is she going to be okay?” I screamed at the nurse that had been telling me to calm down for the past hour that I have been at the hospital.
“Miss you need to be patient, the doctors are doing all they can she’s lost a lot of blood” she said trying to sooth my mind, I rolled my eyes.
“So you’ve said” I snapped running my hands through my hair, not caring that they were covered with her blood. Or that I looked like I had been bathing in her blood, my clothes were stained, my skin covered.
“Why don’t you go clean yourself up and take a seat Miss” she said putting her hand on my arm, I paced around in circles for a few seconds trying to calm myself down but I was hysterical.
“What you did saved her life, now let the professionals do their job” the nurse said to me, I breathed slightly and closed my eyes trying to forget all that had just happened, but the smell of the hospital drifted through my nostrils, the sounds of beeping and people coughing was another reminder that I was here. That everything that I had wanted to be a dream was real.
“You’ll notify me straight away if anything happens?” I asked her hopefully, she looked slightly torn but nodded her head anyway.
“I’ll grab you something to change into” she said walking off, I sat down for a moment and put my head into my hands ignoring the pain my wrist was giving me, I had a killer headache that was more important.
I had been offered drugs, but turned them down I wanted to be alert; there was a thing out there that wants to kill me, I rubbed my hands together, and I wanted to kill it.
“Here, these should fit” she said handing me some jogging bottoms and a vest top. I took them and nodded walking off to the toilets.
I looked at myself in the mirror pulling my hair into a pony tail. My face had smudges of blood smeared and my eyes looked worn. I quickly ran the tap and washed my hands and face, the water turning a pink colour. I stripped and changed fast throwing my clothes into the nearest bin; I would never be wearing those again. I pulled the strings on the bottoms to their tightest trying to fit it properly around my thin waist.
I felt better not having her blood on my hands, literally.
I walked out and sat back down in the waiting room, I got many curious looks from people but I ignored them. Phoenix hadn’t gotten into the ambulance with me, and I didn’t want him to, he kept his distance and called the ambulance, then left before it came.
At some point my eyes had closed, I woke up to the nurse shaking my arm lightly, as soon as she had I woke up instantly, I sat up and looked at her face. She didn’t need to say anything, her face said it all and I felt my stomach drop.
“They did the best they could” was all she could say to me before I nodded and walked off slowly, she’s dead, she died, and I didn’t even know her name.
I walked outside, a single tear falling down my cheek. I felt the tingles; I didn’t need to look up to know that Phoenix was there. My fists clenched and my blood boiled, I marched over to him where he stood by his shiny black car, my face was cold and I held back the falling tears.
I couldn’t stop my hand when it gripped around his neck, but he didn’t look bothered by it being there, my touch against his skin felt cold.
“Tell me what you are” I snarled at him terror in my own voice, he wasn’t human and I was sure that he could kill me. “You’re not human” I accused, Phoenix looked down at me and then at my arms, the tattoo’s that spiralled up them.
