Blue// Fifth Wave.

Chapter eight

D A K O T A

I wake up expecting to be in heaven, hell maybe, or under that car. I did not expect to be in a bed, my hair French braided, my skin soft and smelling nice, my lips having chapstick on and to be in new clothes. I looked around and went to stand up but as soon as I moved my left leg there was a shooting pain that went up the whole left side of me I cried out in pain and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. A boy comes in, 15 or 16 maybe? I'm squinting through one eye to see him closer, I start to panic... he could be a silencer! Dakota, I don't think that boy would save you if he were a silencer. That damn little voice is right. I then hear a deep voice say, "Dakota I know you're awake." My mouth hangs open as I open my eyes, "H-H-how do you know my n-name?" I ask trying to sound brave but failing. He laughs, and tells me, "It's on the bottom of your backpack!" As he lifts up my backpack. I start to stare, he has dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and pale skin. Snap out of it!! Trust no one! "Who are you?" I ask much more brave this time. He looks at me an eyebrow up as if he knows I'm not usually this brave. "I'm Corbyn." He states with a small smile as he sticks his hand out, I take it and shake, his hands are incredibly soft and it makes me start to worry how can his hands be that soft? Why does he look so good? This is the alien apocalypse people! I'm not supposed to come across healthy,good looking, well shaped, clean boys who clean me up and take care of me. I'm supposed to come across aliens. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Oh um how's your leg?" he asks more worry pouring into his voice with each question. I hesitate before answering, "Yes I'm very hungry, I'm extremely thirsty, and my leg hurts when I move it, but i can not accept your hospitality, I best be going now" and then I try to get up. Bad idea. a searing pain goes through my whole body I feel like I'm going to puke and pass out at the same time. Corbyn grabs me before I can do either and puts me back on the bed examining my leg. "We'll start some physical therapy like stuff tomorrow, don't move, i'll be back with some food and water." he scolded in a way and then he was gone I can hear him go down the stairs. Why is he being so nice! I'm trying so hard to hate him and his perfect appearance, hospitality, caring nature, and adding onto his perfect appearance those strong arms, sharp jawline,his lips..."Snap out of whatever trance he has you in Dakota!" I mutter then hear a laugh and then a voice say, "I have you in no trance, I think you brought that upon yourself," I blush of course, I mean I basically admitted that i think he's attractive. He walks over and places a tray with food and water on it. I guiltily sip the water and grab the piece of stale bread not even wondering where he got it from. He smiles an actual, honest to god, gorgeous smile and said, "So Dakota tell me about yourself," then i'm lost in his eyes.