The Dome

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Charlie's POV

I had managed to remove the makeshift bandage and my shirt before Emily returned. She walked in with a cloth and a box. She sat down, setting the box and cloth on the bed. She opened the box and took out a bottle. "I need to clean it, well around it." I nodded and she took out some cotton pads, poured what I'm assuming to be antiseptic water, onto the pad. She wiped around the wound, cleaning the blood away. I didn't know how deep the cut went. It looked pretty deep to me. I winced as the antiseptic brushed across the open skin. She put the pads that she had used onto the floor. She picked up the cloth. "This is just water." She smiled slightly. She pressed the cloth on the wound. Seeing how deep it went and how quickly the blood was coming out. She frowned a little. "I'll need to sew you up. Wait here, I'll find a needle and thread." She got up to leave. "Do you have a lighter?" I nodded and pulled it out of my pocket. She left and I heard her footsteps around the bungalow. She came back. "Pass me the lighter." I held it out and she took it, she passed the needle through the flame. She set the lighter down and threaded the needle. "This will probably hurt." She said, eyes squinted in concentration. She threaded the needle. She started putting the needle through my skin. I flinched. She pulled it all the way through and back over, making a stitch. She grabbed the cloth and wiped blood away. "You doing ok Charlie?" She asked, not looking up. "Not really." She paused, looked up at me. Then carried on sewing. "Charlie, I have to do this, you've lost too much blood already, you could die. Then I won't know where to go without you and will probably get myself captured by whoever those people were, and then sent back to my father." I nodded. I didn't want to look at it, I wasn't squeamish about blood but, I couldn't loose consciousness now, like Emily said, I had lost too much blood. I didn't want to take the risk. "You're halfway done anyway. You're doing really well. Distract yourself." I thought for a second. "How did you learn how to sew people up?" She focused on the sewing, avoiding my gaze. "My father had traditional values, when I was little, I learned how to sew, clothes and things. I used to play hospital with my teddy bears." I laughed. "Careful!" She sighed, rolling her eyes. "What's so funny anyway." I smiled, "Nothing, it's hardly the same thing though." She shook her head. "Yes, it is. There's just more blood and pain." I relented. "I suppose so." She smiled.

"All done. Stand up, we need to get bandages on it." I did as I was told, I eased myself to the edge of the bed. She wrapped crepe bandage around me. Took a paste from the box and stuck the edge down. "You hungry?" She asked. "Starving." I replied. "Wait here, I'll find something in the bag. Don't fall asleep." She left quietly, taking the medical things with her. "I'll see if I can find some painkillers." I glanced down at my stomach, it looked pretty good. Emily had fixed me up well, but it really hurt. I heard Theo saying goodnight to his sister. I had no clue what Emily has told him or what she would tell him. I looked around the room, the walls were baby blue, the bed had white sheets that had turned red by now. There was a white wardrobe built into the wall and a small window looking out on the wood. I made a mental note to cover it later. I started to feel dizzy, the room begun to spin, then everything went black.

Emily's POV

I heard a soft thud and ran back to the bedroom. I threw open the door and saw Charlie, lying limply on the bed. "No no no no no!" I ran over to him. I put my ear to his mouth, he was still breathing, but a little slowly. I felt his forehead, he was boiling. I ran back out to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of cold water, a cloth and a cup of water; with a straw. I hauled him further onto the bed and wrung out the cloth. I wiped it over his face gently, he stirred slightly. "Come on, you're ok." I soothed. His eyes blinked open slowly. "What happened?" He asked quietly. "I'm  not sure, I heard a quiet thud from the kitchen and found you on the bed. You must have blacked out. How do you feel?" His eyebrows knitted together in thought. "Pretty bad." I sighed. "Well, you have a fever, how much pain do you have in your stomach?" I asked. "A lot." He replied raspily. "Oh, I almost forgot!" I exclaimed, pulling a box of painkillers from my pocket. "Here," I handed them to him and he popped out a couple and swallowed them. "Do you want a drink?" He nodded. I offered the straw and he took a sip. He looked at me for a second, I smiled at him. Then his face started to droop and he began shaking violently. "Charlie? CHARLIE!"