Torn

Chapter 23 Cold

"I told you three was too many."

Mac said smugly as she leaned up against the metal bathroom door. I rolled my eyes before feeling more puke coming up my throat.

"You're not helping Mac."

Alese spat back, she put her hand on my head and furrowed her brows.

"I think you may have a fever, Leo."

My hands shook against the toilet bowl, Alese drew a concerned breath before turning back to Mac.

"We need to find pharmacy and a place to stay for the night. But could you ask for a plastic bag, just in case."

Mac nodded her head and exited the bathroom.

"How are you feeling right now."

"Like shit."

Alese put her hand on my back and began gently rubbing circles. My shoulders tensed up before relaxing. I looked up at her and she smiled softly at me. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days, but she still looked as beautiful as ever.

"You'll feel better soon."

She placed a feathery kiss on my cheek, making me blush like mad.

Mac's head peered into the bathroom and held a bag.

"I got it, let's go you two."

Alese helped me up, and I stumbled to the truck. I hoped in the middle seat, immediately staring at the horizon. I clenched onto a hoodie I slipped on

Every bump in the road threatened my mouth and let everything out. Eventually we found a grocery store with a pharmacy.

"Alright we're here."

They jumped out of truck and I leaned back, trying my best to get comfortable. The door popped open and Alese was waiting on the other side.

"Come on Leo. It's going to be freezing cold if you stay there."

"Wait, you actually want me to go in there."

"Nobody is going to see you Leo, plus it's freezing cold and I don't want your fever getting any worse."

I looked down at my attire, I didn't have much to worry about besides my hands and face. I sighed and grabbed a cap that was on the dash board. I put it on and flipped my hood up to further protect my face and from wondering eyes. When I slipped out of the truck, I shoved my hands into my hoodie's pocket.

Alese gently hugged my arm, offering stability. I greatly appreciated the gesture and leaned slightly on her.

"Alright, let's be in and out."

Mac nodded her head but I remained silent.

The automatic doors slide open, and I immediately began to feel queazy. I could only look down at the floor, but I heard the shuffle of feet and voices coming from all around us.

My heart quickened as we went further into the store. I felt my arm brush against a stranger making my heart stop.

I've never been in a public area like this. I've saved countless amounts of civilians and nearly died numerous times; yet this is by far the single most nerve racking thing I've ever done.

I don't have a clue about blending in. I've always hide in the shadows, away from the eyes of the public. I've trained to been invisible, in a way, I have learn to fear humans. Yet here I am now, walking among them.

And though I know they are probably just going about their day, I can't help but feel like their all staring at me. And all of their conversations were being twisted in my head and turned into awful mumbles about me: how shady I was, how weird I looked, that I was freakishly large, etc.