Friends Against All Odds?

Chapter V - Attempting Communication

Dreaming wasn't possible for me. I had never dreamed, I ran deductions, future and past in my head, possibilities ran through me, every possible future and every possible past were inescapably linked to my brain as they were to every one of us. I groaned internally as I realised how much speaking had tired me, and I recollected my energy as I noticed that his hand was intertwined with mine, our hands linked, and he rested next to me, he was lying next to me, I noticed when he shifted his weight. I swallowed and he moved his head towards me, his head making sounds on the cover.

“Are you awake?” he asked carefully, as I noticed that there was a bruise on his palm. I couldn’t tell where it had originated from, but I figured that he had gotten it when the bell had sounded through the... wherever I am. Where am I? Spaceship? House? Hospital? I figured latter was impossible, if I were in a hospital there would have been nurses taking care of me, not only him, there would be a doctor that would- doctor... Why does that ring a bell? I felt that the word evoked sentiments within me, maybe that was part of his name, maybe I myself was a sort of doctor... Implausible, I am not a good girl. Hang on, am I a girl? I was confused, and I didn't want to think about this, it only confused me more than I needed in these instants. I managed to squeeze his hand, and he breathed in carefully, happily, one might say. He turned around to me, and I felt his heat coming closer to me. I could literally feel his body temperature radiating from him, and I sort of liked the warmth he injected into the air.

“Are you able to communicate?” he asked sweetly, and I managed to squeeze his hand another time, and I felt him pushing energy into me, this time a way larger dose than on first try, and I adored the time that flooded my cells with such vigour that I was temporarily not able to think clearly. I listened to the small sounds that the time he was giving me conveyed, some voices, sounds, songs, there was something in his time that was so magical that I got carried away a bit. I smiled at the songs that I remembered, as he continued speaking.

“Can you move your hand once for yes, and twice for no?”

I made my finger move for a drumbeat, then heard him breathe heavily, and there was more time than ever flowing through my veins, and I felt that it was almost too much for me to bear. I could hear him thinking, somehow, thoughts were loud, just that I couldn’t hear what he was thinking about. I laughed internally.

“Are you in pain?” he asked fatherly, and I managed to move my finger twice, as I was out of pain now. I was feeling a lot of confusion, nothingness, fear, claustrophobic emotions, as far as my prison was concerned. I hated being imprisoned. I heard him breathe out in relief.

“Are you feeling better?” he inquired and I couldn’t tell. I was feeling the same stupid feeling as before, but there was energy, and my body was feeling better with every time that I woke, and his time was mending my hearts as well as my body, which was probably pretty crushed and destroyed. This was unusual, even for us, and I wondered just what the hell I had done to deserve this, and what I had done, why I had died, and just how I had come back to life. I couldn’t possibly answer his question, since I was so afraid, still, so confused, so alone, while I was chained to the bed. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe as much, I couldn’t... I was a wreck, I imagined, and I was at his mercy, and I hated mercy. I hated it, for some reason, I didn't believe in it, I believed that mercy was just an easy way to relieve one’s own conscious of more horrible things, mercy for one didn't mean that you couldn’t have killed another thousand. I was a bit scared by the dimensions I was thinking in, because, should I have indeed murdered many people, didn't see any sense in being alive, nor in somebody being so dedicated to helping me coming back to live. He shouldn’t do it, if I were a murderer, he shouldn’t do it, but somehow he did help me, and I couldn’t understand why.