Seeking the Humans - Editing

Chapter 7 - Shut up, you tit!

I felt my eyes flutter open. The scenery was blurred, but I could make out a distinct face shape above me. I was moving but I didn't feel my body making me move. The air was damp and musky, almost like I was in a... forest! But wait, the last thing I remember was falling from the wall. How had I gotten into the forest?

Then it hit me.

The face above me had something to do with it. I was lying horizontal... someone was carrying me. I struggled to break free from the tight grip that had me by my back and legs.

"Lizzie calm down and stay still." Said a familiar voice.

It was Dawson! I relaxed instantly. Wait no, why was he carrying me.

"Lizzie, I'm going to put you down for a bit, your getting heavy." Dawson proclaimed.

"Well smart arse, if I'm so heavy, why are you carrying me?" I said in a tight tone.

Dawson placed me down on a close by tree stump. "Well..."

Suddenly, siring pain shot up my left leg, like someone just shot it. I yelped in pain.

"I'm so sorry Lizzie!" Dawson was on his knees in seconds. "When we were moving down over the wall, I lost concentration and we fell." His eye filled with water. "You landed on a couple of rocks in the mud. You hit your head on one and got knocked out. And your leg Lizzie... It kinda... oh Lizzie I'm so sorry!"

I lifted my hands to Dawson's cheek and wiped away the tears with my thumbs. "I'm fine. Honestly." I lied. My head was pounding and my leg was throbbing. Taking my hands away from his face, I propped myself up more against the tree. I gasped at the shot of pain in my slightly moist leg.

"Lizzie-"

"Dawson it's okay." I assured him. "I'm sure my leg is just bruised a little." I looked down towards my leg and picked the damp fabric off the lower muscle.

It was not okay, and it certainly was not just a little bruised. A deep, 10 centimetre long gash lay across my calf. Blood was everywhere. I sucked in a deep breath, but I didn't relise the air for a while.

"How did you do that the ice vine thing?" I questioned Dawson.

He looked surprised at the change in topic, but he answered me anyway. "I don't know really... I just concentrated and imagined the vines."

"That sounds.... different" Surprised at the rough tone in my voice.

"I would show you how, but your leg Lizzie... You must be in so much pain."

I managed a small but false smile to reassure him. "I'll live."

He tried to look happier, but his smile mirrored my own.

"I knew we should have brought the first aid kit." I said with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Dawson let out a weary laugh. "If only I wasn't so obsessed with food, I would have had room in my bag."

"Too bad you're a greedy pig." I joked, winking at him.

We giggled for a bit. But a serious expression loom over Dawson's face. "it's all my fault really."

"Shut up, you tit! I also like food, so all is good!" I gleamed at him "I would never blame this on you. You were the one that got us over." Ignoring the pain in my leg, embraced him in a hug. "Now, If you don't mind Dawson, I was wondering if you could teach me how to do some of that imagining thingy of yours."

This time he really smiled, then he turned and rummaged around on the ground. What was he- Dawson held a big green oak leaf in my face. "Okay Lizzie. imagine this leaf catching alight."

What was he on? How would this teach me? It would never work, but it's worth a shot. I tried to imagine the leaf turning into fire.

Nothing happened.

Brill. Dawson had some cool power mojo and I didn't.

Dawson's smile faded. Although it suddenly reappeared bigger. "I've got an idea." Dawson placed his slightly muddy hand over the gash in my leg. "But you have to trust me."

"Dawson..." Calmly I placed my hand on his shoulder. "I'll always trust you. You know that."

"Okay." Came his simple reply. Suddenly I felt cold ice travel from Dawson through to my leg. I noticed the cool blue light that snaked it's way through his wrist vain's. I gritted my teeth at the new pain. But then all pain was gone. Dawson moved his hand away slowly to uncover my slightly blue leg. My leg was covered in a thin layer of ice. As I stroked the cool surface, I contemplated how Dawson had done it. "Thanks... I guess."

He smiled gladly and held both my hands as he helped me to stand up. My leg felt fine.

How in the world did he come up with this shit?