Unforeseen

Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

What's more obnoxious than a whiney teenager? Stupid men who woke said teenager up every two hours and forced a glass of water down their throat, which in turn made that teenager wake every hour and run to the bathroom to prevent themselves from wetting the bed.

Why did that teenager have to be me?

"Fuck you," is what I wanted to say to Ron at five in the morning when he woke me up, again, but my voice was officially dead and all that came out was a raspy croak.

"I'd rather you not," he replied, but whether it was directed at my failed attempt to speak or if he could actually lip read I did not know.

He forced me to sit up and held the glass out. I glared daggers at it. I swear Ratchet was purposefully trying to kill me through over-hydrations. Whatever happened to the order to sleep damn it?

"Come on Mel, you know you won't win this fight."

No, but I was winning at the one most pissed off by dumb orders.

Grumbling, I continued to ignore him and headed off to the bathroom. He was waiting patiently when I returned. I downed the glass as quickly as possible, which wasn't fast considering I must have had about ten gallons in my stomach already. He finally left me nestle back into bed when there was not a single drop of liquid left behind.

XxXxXXxXxX

"Let's try giving her a few hours of rest before waking her again," Ratchet said at noon. I wanted to punch him. I had wanted to sleep twelve hours ago.

"What are your readings?" Ron asked from where he sat next to me.

"Same as they were a few hours ago, which is why I'm saying it. Nothing has changes. We might as well alter what we are doing to see if it reaps a different result."

Or he could have just said 'so Melry doesn't murder the next person to wake her' because I was still going to be getting up every hour to relieve myself thanks to these dumbbells.

"Keep monitoring her as you have been, but let her rest," Ratchet told him. "And Melry don't worry about Trevor."

I had caught glimpses of conversation about him throughout the night, but I was hardly worried.

"He had a few tiny pieces of shrapnel in him, but there was no contamination. He'll be here until tomorrow evening just to be sure."

With any luck it would be Uncle explaining to Claire why Trevor looked as though he'd been though a war zone and not me.

XxXxXxXx

When I awoke about five hours later I felt much better. I had only awoken once, about an hour in, to use the bathroom. There was no way I was ready to function normally, but at least I had gotten some rest.

Crawling out of bed I ambled to the bathroom to answer the only call that had wakened me again. When I returned I planted my face into the pillow.

I wasn't really sure where I was; in a military officer's quarters located somewhere in Texas, that's all I knew. I didn't really care either to be honest. My uncle had brought me here so why should I worry?

The door clicked open. "Mel," Ron's voice called.

I really didn't want to answer. I had a right to ignore the one I loved… didn't I?