The third Planet

29. Fruits and Blood

A/N: For all who don't know: octenisept is a chemical wound disinfection. It doesn't burn so it's often used for cleaning cuts and wounds
Loves Lean

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Claire's POV

I coughed and turned over. The soft pillow was pressed against my cheek. It was silent and twilight was shimmering in the room. My old room.

I coughed again, this time blood. It covered the ground next to my bed and dripped down from my lip. I tried to stand up but my head was spinning so I was even content with sitting.

What the freaking hell happened?

How was it possible that after everything crashed I was still very much alive?

Or maybe I wasn't alive and just didn't know...

I opened the drawer without standing up and looked for a new shirt. I needed a shower. Badly. And food. And sleep.

I shook my head but stopped immediately as the spinning got worse.

I noticed a wash bowl and soap on my desk and thanked who ever was there. Slowly I stood up, placing one feet in front of the other, carefully not to fall. As the liquid and soap mixture was off of my body and my skin and hair dry again I felt better.

I switched in new clothes and slowly I let my brain work and my memories come up.

I heard them scream again and the materials crash around me.

Ana and Tim...

While putting on my shoes I jumped towards the door and opened it. Low voices came from the greater hall and I walked along the floor. As I entered the hall I stopped in deep shock.

The floor was soaked in blood and corpses and wounded people were spread all over it, into the praying hall and the other corridor down. The air smelled like iron and some heavy smell, choking you and making it hard to breath. It was silent except for quiet moaning, whispered instructions and foot steps.

The sinister feeling that Ana and Tim might be here too took my complete mind. I walked between the soldiers and civilians, looking for familiar faces.

I felt like throwing up. Limbs were missing, faces were burned till there was no similarity to human faces, eyes and ears were cut off and bone fractures were open.

The nurses were too less to help everyone.

Finally I heard annoyed voices out of another room. It sounded familiar so I took the chance. I didn't expect the room to be occupied with more than six people sewing skin and dripping octenisept on the wounds of Ana and Tim.

Ana seemed okay even though she had major cuts all over her body. Tim was a whole different story. There weren't only huge cuts covering his skin but also his leg seemed as if there was only blood and bones. It was yellow, purple and red causing the skin to look sick.

"Lil goddess, you did a good job here" he said without looking in my direction. "I'm also glad you finally woke up, Ana here was just to-" he cut of as Ana squealed.

She jumped up, causing a nurse to nearly yell at her, and embracing me.  She held me so tight that even as my knees gave up under me she still steadied me.

She placed soft kisses in my neck and on my shoulder, murmuring soft words into my ear.

"Claire" she moaned in relief and smiled against my skin. I missed her so much. I missed how I could melt into her in peace.

"It will be fine. Everything is alright. Oh my I'll never leave you again..."

She loved me.

My head was running nevertheless. How many deaths were there? What actually happened? How did we escape? Is the war over?