The journey to recovery

Chapter 24

Chapter twenty four

Stage two: Paranoia and Hostility

This time I pinched myself " Ow" I uttered. Which of these is the dream?

At that moment somebody walked in who gawked at me.

" O-oh my " uttered Elaine " What?"
" Your skin it broke into a rash" she exclaimed.

" Rash?" I questioned to  finally enter the bathroom since Doug left. I yelped at my reflection my skin was infested with hives from my face down to the ankles.

There has got to be some ointment for this.

A mangled tube sat at top shelf of the vanity unit.My face cracked to a grin clenching the tube then smearing the ointment over my body before  I sloped downstairs to the kitchen.

" mtakatifu- I mean how are you sweetie ?" Nyko uttered. " Nice save" I replied taking my pancakes.

" Je ! Ninastahili kuomba mama ha? "

" Yes, yes you are " I answered the questioned digging into my pancakes she gave a look before leaving me  at the table " I hope you can still babysit Ralph and Chloe ?  " she questioned.

" Yeah" I replied " Good be here by six" she bidded approaching her kid glued to the tv.

After my second pancake my elder brother walked in to stop dead in his tracks. " I know you don't look your best in the morning but Damn" he blabbered.

" Impressive how do enunciate your barks"

Immediately I felt a smack at the back of my head. " Ah" I mouthed getting back to my breakfast.

" You do know you'll have to visit a doctor before you go to the garage to play with Lamar"

" We're not playing we're working on a car"

" Have you fixed it ?"

I sighed before replying " No" my fork skidded across the plate due to the absence of the pancakes there I washed my plate and left reminded again of my afternoon duty.

" Be back before six"

" On it" I replied shutting the door behind me  and heading to the garage that wasn't close by.

Something at the back of my head kept nagging me that I was well versed with the bike but the scratches hidden by the hives begged to differ.

Normally I would have stolen the family car but today I don't know it didn't feel right so I walked to the garage.

Lamar greeted me the same way the family did bulging his eyes to the size of saucers.

" Take a picture it lasts longer." I told the idiot who decided to pull out his phone and take the picture.

" Lamar leave your phone" I snapped at  him approaching our project hit by the stench of grease.

I stood in front of the car with its hood open I got the monkey wrench when the nagging voice came again.

This is a car? It's a mess where did you get it from a landfill?

Hush!

I got spooked as it listed the problems of our car.

The transmission's broken, the battery is dead the belt is busted plus the coolant is go-

" Ian! " Lamar beckoned " Huh?"

" The monkey wrench"

" Sorry" I handed him the monkey wrench and begun to work on my side of the engine not sure to follow the advice provided by the voice.