Blue Fire

Chapter Eight - Welcome to the Party

SARA

I slept the sleep of the dead, only waking when an ache in my body called out to me. I ignored it because sleep was better, so much fucking better than reality right now. A knock on a door shook me out of the last dregs of slumber and I opened my weary eyes. Fuck, from the sun setting over a tree line out a small window I was guessing it was afternoon closing in on evening. I'd slept the day away and it had done nothing to stem the exhaustion seeping through my skin.

My arm was aching, as was my leg, but a piercing headache was taking the forefront of my mind as I blinked against the low light.

Another knock and I sat up slightly, clutching my head. The knock had been soft but the noise had sounded like pounding to my fragile sensibilities. I didn't know if I was simply hung over and banged up or if this was me fighting off the last dregs of the pain meds they'd shot me up with.

"Yeah?" I called out on a croak and the door opened carefully, revealing Try closely followed by Sona.

"Can we come in?" Try asked with a small smile. He looked better than when I last saw him, he'd obviously slept some, had had a shower and his long hair was neatly tied back again.

I nodded and watched as he walked in with Sona on his heels. She was no less tricked out than she had been last night. Her hair was teased and curled, her makeup was flawlessly applied, her tank had a cool pattern of white geometric shapes against black on it and her matching black jeans were stylish and slightly shiny. A biker-queen at all times, apparently.

"Oh, sugar, how you feelin'?" She asked and walked around Try to sit at the foot of my bed, putting a soft hand on my left leg since my right one was casted-up and hurting.

"I'm okay, banged up and stuff, but okay." I tried to smile but my face caught in a wince. My head was killing me from the inside out. I was dirty and hungry, and maybe above all, I was embarrassed. Embarrassed about the situation I'd found myself in, embarrassed about the words I'd overheard last night, embarrassed that I was in this state and having to rely on people who didn't want me here.

"Try has your medication with him, he went to the pharmacy and got your prescriptions," Sona said on a soft voice and gently caressed my leg over the covers.

"Yeah, right here," Try said equally soft and held up a bag before he smiled slightly and walked over to my side, sitting down and pulling boxes out of the bag. "I have the instructions for you too, but we'll talk about that later, now I'll just give you what you need and when you feel up to it, you can do it yourself... if that's okay?" He asked and warm brown eyes met mine with slight concern.

"I'd kiss you if I didn't think I'd pass out," I answered as a way of accepting.

He full-on grinned and I felt my heart sting slightly. He looked so sincere, so genuinely happy that I was allowing him to give me pills even though I was dead certain he was only here because of some goddamned order someone had given him. This place was worse than a monarchy, all of it run on hierarchy and as much as I knew Try wasn't fully a member, I knew that Green and Catcher were high-ranking. I knew that Luke, Shift, Tank and Rilo were all 'patched in' as they called it. Any one of them could have given the order, I assumed, and he would have had to follow it because he wanted to be one of them.

He stood and went to the bathroom to grab a glass of water whilst I looked around and Sona stroked my leg. I wasn't in the room I'd been in yesterday, this one was facing the back of the compound instead of the lot in front. All I could see out the tiny window was a line of trees, a forest maybe, and that was it. I spied my purse by the bedside table, my phone and wallet on top of the table itself and nothing else. I wondered where my shit was but didn't care too much.