A Blessing and a Curse

Chapter 40

Guess who has two thumbs and a case of writers block? 😅

Yep, you guessed it right. So another pause until next time.

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I skittishly stood next to the Infected while Cornelius was still working on part of the cure. I watched Tua slowly looking more and more like a monster before my very eyes. How her skeletal chest slowly moved up and down as she slumbered. It was odd seeing a half Infected, half human look so peaceful when sleeping.

I would imagine terrifying shrieks, long claws to change me, or barreling teeth waiting to take my life. This was the last thing I would expect from an Infected. If someone told me yesterday that they would look less...menacing in their sleep, I would laugh. Now here before my very eyes, there was no menacing creature just a gentle, scared being.

I heard a couple of the guards talk quietly to each other. The only thing I could make out was 'Infected.' Cornelius groaned in irritation and murmured something under his breathe.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Infected, Infected, Infected. Is that all you kids call it these days?" He asked.

"I prefer to call them more of a sciency word."

"I can only imagine what you call them," I said, rolling my eyes. He was the worst nicknamer ever. Who's to say that his names would be any better?

   "I call them Xenomorphs," he said, proudly. I'll admit, it wasn't a terrible name unlike Hothead and Pipsqueak. Those, I could live without and it does sound cooler than 'Infected.'

The door opened and Sabine came in, keeping a careful eye on the Infected. She came over to Cornelius and I looking skittish.

"Ahsoka is awake," she said. My eyes widen as I asked, "Is she alright?"

Sabine nodded, "Yeah, just an arm injury and a few scrapes."

   I looked over at Cornelius, silently hoping he would let me go to see Ahsoka. He thought over it for quite awhile before sighing.

   "I suppose you can go see her," he said, chuckling a bit. I smiled before following Sabine to a different medbay room down the hall. She stopped in front of a door before opening it to reveal Ahsoka sitting up, legs dangling over the bedside.

   Hera was standing next to her while Zeb was in the corner, staring at a wall blankly in deep thought. Chopper sat on Hera's shoulder, watching Zeb carefully with curiosity and amusement. Evil robot.

   "How are you doing?" I asked, wanting to help heal her arm. It was wrapped up in a white cast, laying in a sling that looped around her opposite shoulder. Seeing my inner war, she gave me a soft smile saying that she'll be okay.

   Ahsoka turned to face Hera.

   "Have you two found any signs of Kanan?" She asked. My eyes averted to Hera to see her drop her head a bit, shanking it back and forth. A turmoil began to circuit its way through me. Depression. It's my fault that he is lost and possibly hurt. Two times I've separated from him. Two times I've left him alone. Two times. Two times to many.

   I blame myself for not helping or doing anything. Useless that I don't have to power to save my friends. To help them in their time of need. Thank you curse. I hate you even if it is a part of the cure.

   It doesn't help me find Kanan any faster.

   Help fight Infected or Imperials.

   The only thing it does...is leave me more loss than I can handle.