Down The Rabbit Hole

nine

"Is she dead?"

"There's no way she's dead."

"She did hit her head."

"She's also got a bruised rib."

"You idiots, she's breathing."

Logan's eyes begin to twitch at the sound of people arguing over her. She starts to rub her eyes, trying to sit up. A hot burning pain shoots up her side causing her to yelp.

"You might not want to do that." A male voice says, "You might have bruised several ribs."

She groans lightly, her eyes squeezed tightly as the pain lingers. She opens her mouth to ask why this is happening to her again, but then the thought of where her blonde friend is.

She goes to sit back up, mumbling about Alfred being in danger. A gentle hand is set on her shoulders.

Kind eyes stare down at her as the hands try to lay her back down. "Don't push yourself."

Logan slowly lays back down, her eyes ajusting to the light of the room. Five men are standing over her, most of them with a confused look on their face.

She blinks slowly, glancing over all of them. She stops on the man with the red shirt.

"You.." She coughs lightly, "You were the one swinging the axe, right?"

The man pauses before a giant grin finds its way back on her lips. He gets a bit closer, his grin almost to bright to look at.

"That's right! My name's Mathias." He bows lightly, "Or you can address me as your savior, either will do."

"Thanks," She says with a tired smile, "For saving me. And thank you for letting me to sleep in this bed."

The men nod slowly. So, she smiles at them before rolling out of the bed.

"Excuse me." She begins to walk towards the door, every step shooting pain through her body. She grunts, grabbing onto one of the people and hold tightly.

"You can't leave yet." The man with kind eyes says, "You're in to much pain."

"But he-"

"Whoever it is, he'll be fine for another week." The man says, "You, on the other hand, will not be until you rest."

"I'm fine-"

"You have a head wound," A cold looking guy says to her, "You need to rest."

He gentle grabs her and puts her back into the comfy bed. She doesn't bother to protest, seeing as they could be bad people and snap on her.

"Where am I?" She asks, slowly getting under the covers, her body starting to not hurt so much. Thoughts are still rushing through her mind, never pinpointing on one.

But most of them are about Alfred. Maybe she should just sneak out when they aren't paying attention.

"You don't know?"