Blue Bloods

Chapter 8

The snow crunched beneath my boots. There was no wind this morning to blow me off balance. It was just perfect, still cold though. The scene was perfectly stretched in front of me. The long pine trees, which I was annoyingly allergic to, stretched into the faint blue skies with the bottom of the trunks dropped in the thick snow. I was sure that the summer picture would be just as beautiful as the winter one.

Apollo walked calmly, for a change, next to me. I had no leash for him, but he was trained well enough to walk without one. When I first started training him, he ran so fast that he pulled me along with him. After that, he ate the leash. For four weeks, blue leash parts peeked from his poop.

I think he’s this calm, because he understands the situation and that in no way I would keep up with him. Perhaps he knows that the wolves will eat him. My little scaredy cat.

My throat scratched as I swallowed. I hadn’t had my tea this morning. I bet it would have tasted mighty fine. I was really thirsty. I hadn’t noticed until only now.

Soon I saw a white spiral, the trees span, the ground as well, it felt like a water spiral, but nothing disappeared in the centre hole. The snow didn’t fall from the tree tops. Everything kept in tact in the beautiful white spiral.

The pure white remembered me off the change of bedding the doctor brought for our bedroom. They quickly removed our designer bedding in shades of gold and cream and replaced it with the impersonal white bedding.

It was for me not to stain the bed with my blood. I couldn’t go to a human hospital, they would asked questions and asked how I could have healed this fast. So they decided to take the hunters bullet out in our bedroom.

I remembered the tears sliding from the corners of my eyes. The warm liquid tracing all the way down my neck, cooling my fevered skin. The pain was excruciating. The poison was and still is impossible to handle. It was raging in my veins, wanting to get out, leaving any mark as long as the poison could exit my body. I was prepared to take a knife and make a hole, just to get rid of it!

Carston was there through out the entire process. He held my hand, spoke soothing words and tried to take the pain away. He couldn’t do it.

It has been three days since my merciless drop to our bedroom floor.

The constant check ups on me after the process was just as uncomfortable as the lack of conversation we had.

Our relationship wasn’t the same as it was back at the cabin. The bond was still there, but it was cold and not that warm anymore. Only time will heal the agony caused by that woman.

I continuously heard her chit-chat, over friendly, irritating voice booming from the kitchen. Never did I hear a baby’s cry break her nonstop conversation. Then I heard the soft beating of a tiny heart on the ground floor. Sleeping sound. And just sometimes I would hear a soft sigh of content. Then I would be happy again, it was all worth it and we saved a baby.

I would have liked it to go home. To see my dad and brother again. To find out if their baby was born yet and to hear if Darla could handle the hormones better. Going home was off limits. At least I had Appolo.

The beautiful picture was still spinning, I felt my bum being pulled backwards. Appolo tried to nudge me forward with his nose against my thigh. At least he tried and my bum hit the snowy cushion, not to hard and pulled my back down to the snowy floor. Appolo lied down against my side, with his ears up, listening intently. He was a heater on my side, keeping the cold away from at least one side. Good boy!

I spread my fingers, touching the snow particles. It melted against the soft tips and the water crawled underneath my nail. It made me shiver, but I smiled. I felt peaceful. The magical spinning stopped and I looked at the beautiful sky with the tree fingers poking into the light blue sky.