Dark Eyes (A Riddick Story)

Alive and Angry

Due to popular demand and the amount of comments and stars I got in the last chapter I decided to update for you all! Your Welcome and I hope you enjoy!

I was feeling cold, which was very unusual because I was never cold…like ever. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the rock ceiling. I wasn’t dead…I didn’t know how it was possible, but I wasn’t. I sat up slowly and felt the blood rush to my head, giving me a terrible head ache. I was wearing a shirt…the man I had killed shirt. I picked at the top button and looked around. The nurse rushed over to me when she realized I was awake.

            She was wary of where she would touch and kept her distance as she started asking questions. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she held up her hand before placing it on my head. “You temperature is very good.” She pulled back and looked me over. I looked around the room while I replied to her questions.

            “I’m feeling…better.”

            “Do you feel up to eating?” she asked. I thought about food and it sickened me. I shook my head and held on to my stomach. “I’m sure you are wondering how you survived being poisoned seeing as though we don’t have anything for that. I mean we are in a prison after all.” She walked around the room and brought me a cup carved out of stone. “Here. You need to drink a lot of water.” She held her hand up with the cup resting on top of her palm. I took it with a shaky hand and held it in my lap as I crossed my legs on top of the rock table.

            “Yes…I thought for sure I was dying.” I replied staring into the water.

            “Well…” she walked around the room as she spoke. There were two other in there, but the old man was gone. She was laying a cold rag on an older woman’s head.  “I will say that if the gentleman, I believe his name was Riddick, had brought you any later there would have been nothing we could have done for you.” She said as she walked to the other person and poured a small amount of water in their mouth. I thought about Riddick and how he had been there for me the entire time. I wondered if the viper was still alive. If she was…I would kill her.

            “Where is Riddick?” I asked realizing he wasn’t around.

            She paused and looked at the empty table. “We were lucky he was lucid…the old man I mean. He was a doctor and knew how to help you. Unfortunately…it cost him his life.” She turned to look at me and my face became stricken. “…but don’t worry. He didn’t have much time left anyway.”

            “H-how did…he die?” I rubbed my thumb around the cup.

            She took in a deep breath. She was an older lady, her face had small wrinkles, and grey was just settling in her hair. “He had to get blood into your body…to help your own blood fight the infection from the poison. We found a tube and began a transfusion. It was going great, but he didn’t tell us that all the blood loss from his body would take his own.” She wiped her hands in a piece of shirt that had old blood on it.

            I jumped off the table and put the cup down. I walked away as she said “You need to drink water!” and then ran smack into a hard chest. It was a familiar chest, the big pecks and the strong shoulders. I looked up to see Riddick’s goggles staring down at me.

            “Drink the water.” Riddick looked at me and I could feel his demanding eyes through the goggles. I backed up and wrapped my arms around my body. I was going to go look for him, but now that I found him I didn’t know what to say. I had killed the doctor that gave him his eyes…it was my entire fault. I grabbed the cup and drank the water in one gulp. I could feel it as it slid down my throat and crashed into my stomach. I know they told me I needed it, but it was only making me feel worse. I slid against the wall and sunk to the floor with the empty cup in my hand. My eyes were prickling with tears.