The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Six: Midnight Memories

A/N: Finally caught up on my missing chapters! Sorry about that my dears here is chapter six and seven is on the way. :D

A loud groan slip from my parted lips, "Don't lean up." Ezek's voice commands sternly.

I manage to pry my eyes open to look at Mr. Black my vision is blurry and unfocused. Blinking rapidly to help them focus everything slowly regains its ability to fixate on objects. My gaze looks down towards the source of much pain white bandages wrap around my curvy waist. I see a large stain of blood over the hole, allowing the red liquid to soak through it. Shifting my target to a very sleep deprived Prophet who has worry covering his normally would be perfect face.

"How long have I been out?" I cough, causing my stomach to contract and in turn hurt my wound.

"A couple days, the Wild Mother helped save your life. You have to lay still, the stitches are still fresh." The Prophet orders softly, "A couple days? A couple days!" I ask myself before I realize.

"I have to wake up if I have been asleep for a couple days my parents are going to be worried sick." I end up leaning up hurting myself again Ezekiel crouches down next to me pushing my shoulders back down.

"You have to stay here till you are well. If you get hurt in this world, it carries over to the real one. If we wake you now you could die without the proper care." Zek keeps his wide hands over my small shoulders, "Granted we don't have the greatest medicine here but it will keep you alive." he finishes.

I thought it was only a dream, I didn't know if I would have gotten hurt here I would have to stay.

"How long will I have to be here?" I breath, "Till the stitches heal properly, or a week. Could be more given it is hard to make anything sanitary." Ezek explains.

"My parents are going to notice my absence, oh god Nahagliiv is there! They will find him with me in bed, they will think he hurt me. My dad is already not a fan of dogs but when he finds out Nag is a wolf. He will have him killed." I feel myself start to cry like a baby, "He will be fine, I can get a hold of my brother. He'll take care of Nahga for you. Would that make you feel better?" The Prophet swears. 

"Much, thanks." I unwind, letting my head lay on the pillow made from spare clothes.

"I will be back, do not move." Mr. Black tells me pointing at my nose, I nod showing him I understand.

With my understanding nod Prophet stands up exiting the tent, I'm assuming to talk to his brother. I take a gander around my new crib, the walls and roof are made of an animal hide that keeps all the hot sun out only keeping cool shade in. The Wild Mother enters in his place, her old friendly face smiles down at me.

"Lokzii vir los hi pruvos? (Angel how are you feeling?)" The elder woman asks me, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are saying." I explain to her.

"Oh Angel if I had known I would have spoken to you in English." The old lady corrects in a heavy russian like accent, "How do you know English? I thought you couldn't understand me." I reply.

"The Prophet teaches me and my people English Angel."Why does the Wild Mother call me that, "Why do you call me Angel?" I question her.