Myrnin's or Shane's

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Claire’s POV

I woke up slowly; hearing the sound of my housemates going about their morning routines when I thought about what had happened the day before. Evidently I still couldn’t comprehend the meaning of Myrnin’s words. It just refused to sink in.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to force myself awake when a wave of nausea came over me. I ran to the communal bathroom (really, it was ridiculous to have only one bathroom in a house this big!); hoping it was unlocked and no one was in there and promptly threw up yesterday’s lunch into the bowl of the toilet.

Ugh. That tasted nasty, I made a self-reminder to never eat tuna again. I heard footsteps thumping on the stairs in quick succession and then saw Shane in the doorway. He was clearly uncomfortable with what was happening.

“Claire! Baby, are you okay?” he carefully inched his way toward me, wary that I might start puking again.

“Yeah, must have been that tuna from lunch,” I laughed weakly. “Would you mind getting me a glass of water, please? I need to get rid of this taste.”

“Sure, of course. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He ran back down the stairs to get the water.

I looked towards the floor to try and get a hold on my stomach when a pair of heavy combat boots walked into my line of sight.

“Hey, CB. You feeling okay?” Eve said quietly. It was strange to hear her talk in a near whisper.

“Yeah, just yesterday’s lunch stabbing me in the back. It’ll pass in a few hours.” I tried to smile up at her and sound cheerful, but by the look on her face it must have seemed like a grimace.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t think that’s it,” she kneeled down next to me, bringing me eye to eye with her.

“What do you mean? Because tuna is a very temperamental food, you know!” I had no clue what she was getting at. That seemed to be happening a lot.

“Claire,” she gave me one of those ‘knowing’ looks. You know the ones that your mom gives you when you’re trying to convince her you didn’t eat all the peanut butter or something. “When was the last time you took any kind of medication, be it injections, antibiotics...pills?” The intensity of the look increased.

“I don’t know, maybe a few mon-“ my eyes widened in realisation, finally catching on to her meaning.

Eve nodded, a sympathetic look on her face.

“Can you, um, go to the drug store and get me something please, I don’t want to say it out loud.” My voice shook when I spoke.

“Sure thing, CB. I’ll be back in 15,” she got up off her knees and took off like a bullet. After a few seconds I heard her hearse start and zoom off.

A second later Shane came back up the stairs with a tall glass of water. He gave me the glass and flushed the toilet because I think the smell of my vomit wass starting to permeate the air.

“Thanks, Shane.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before. Well, other than when you first saw blood and gore.” He shakily laughed. “ I guess I kinda figured you were immune to that sort of stuff, you know?”

“Yeah, well. I’m still not that great with blood and gore, but I’ve been getting better at it. Not that I want to be around it enough to get better.”

“Yeah.” He scratched the top of his head nervously, unsure what to do. “Shouldn’t we ah... get you to bed or something? To rest! Not for the other thing, um, yeah.”

“Sure, can you make sure I have a pan or Tupperware bowl or something, just in case?” I made an awkward gesture toward the toilet. “Help me up?”

He grabbed my hands gently and slowly pulled me up.

A slam suddenly reverberated through the house, making me wobble where I stood.

“I think Eve’s back!” He chuckled to himself.

“Speak of the devil. Hey, I was just going to go lie down for a bit,” I said to Eve through Shane’s chest.

“Ha-ha, no you’re not! You-” pointing to me “-are staying in here with me standing watch. And you-” pointing to Shane “-are going downstairs to play CoD or GTA with Michael until I say otherwise or you go to work. Capisce? Alrighty then...move!” She literally shoved him out the door and slammed said door into his face.

Immediately I was petrified.

“Okay, CB.” Eve clapped her hands together. “Let’s get down to business!”

Shit.