Jordon’s stomach lurched and she felt the need to throw up. Turning her head a fraction of an inch so that she wouldn’t kill herself, Jordon felt wave after wave of nausea roll down her body until eventually it all came up. Jordon looked up at Hannah, and though it was dark she could tell she was turning green.
“Well, if you’re going to leave us here, the least you could do was help Jordon!” Hannah snapped. “Well I’m sorry—I’m not a doctor.” Mary tried to worm free, but Thomas held the knife closer to her neck. “If you stitch up her stomach—she’ll live longer.” Mary whispered, taking great care not to move. Thomas glanced down at Mary, then at Hannah. “Fine.” He said, releasing Mary. “I’d work quickly if I were you though; she doesn’t look too good.” Thomas said with a smile, leaving the room.
Mary turned to Hannah rubbing her neck as the door banged closed and locked behind Thomas. Jordon smiled as Hannah ran to her older sister, wrapping her in a hug. “Mary I was so worried about you—” Mary’s eyes were serious. “Yeah I know Hannah. But I’m alright—It’s Jordon I’m worried about.” Jordon smiled sheepishly at Hannah. “Don’t worry—”
“Don’t worry?? Don’t worry? Here you are coughing up blood with a gaping knife wound, and you’re telling me not to worry!” Hannah snapped. “Well I TOLD you not to come! I was perfectly fine with dying here if that’s what it took for you to stay alive!” Jordon said fiercely. Before Hannah could retort, Mary silenced them. “How about we finish this argument after fixing Jordon? Now come on Hannah.” Hannah turned to Mary, her eyes flashing. “Well what the hell are we going to use to stitch her up with? The carpet???” Mary shook her head, ignoring Hannah’s insults. “No—If you’d stop carrying on so, I would have told you that I came prepared for this. While you and Angela were asleep and it was my watch, I went out and got everything I needed for stitching.” Mary said, tossing a stitching kit to Hannah.
Hannah sighed, catching the kit. “You know I was really worried about you.” She whispered, reaching into the kit for the anesthesia. Jordon smiled weakly. “I won’t lie. I missed you like crazy. The only reason I didn’t want you to come back is because—I thought you’d wind up like me.” Hannah returned the smile. “Grab my arm and don’t look down. This may sting a little.” Jordon grabbed her arm, looking into Hannah’s eyes at Hannah stuck the put the anesthesia in her arm.
Hannah grimaced. She hated to see Jordon in pain, but it was the only way. When Jordon finally let go of her, Hannah turned back to the kit to gather the kit.
When she turned back, Hannah could already see the far-away expression in her eyes. Hannah smiled. “Don’t even try to fight that; you will lose.” Though Jordon’s words were slurred, Hannah could still make them out clearly. “But—I don’t want to wake up—and notice you’re gone.” Hannah grinned again. “You know I won’t do that; would you like me to sing with you though?” Jordon nodded. Hannah took a deep breath and began to sing, her voice soft and reassuring.
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
