Last One Standing

Ch. 3: Helmaches (3/3)

'...I've become so numb, I can't feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware. I'm becoming this, all I want to do, is be more like me and be less like you. And I know, I may end up failing too. But I know, you were just like me with someone disappointed in you...'

"Hey, Rya." Bulkhead said.

Ryanna pulled the ear buds out of her ears and sat up. "What's up, Bulk?" She asked. "Ratch said you have to take your inhaler now." Rya sat up. "But it's not 7:30 yet." "Doc's orders. Come on." Ryanna got up and stood on her two feet, she felt dizzy.

"Hey, Bulk." She said.

"Yeah?"

"Make sure I'm going the right way."

"Uh, okay, I guess. Why don't you try putting on your glasses?"

Ryanna smacked her forehead. "Of course, I forgot I had them." She grabbed the flame-thrown glasses off of the table and put them on, pushing them up her small nose. "I keep thinking about what daddy might think of them."

"What do you think?"

"I keep thinking that he won't like them."

"That's crazy talk. They have his paint job along the sides. What's not to like?" Bulkhead handed her the inhaler (the big one that runs on batteries and has the mask that goes on your face). "Hand me the emergency one so I can see how much is left of it." Ryanna pulled the emergency inhaler put of her backpack and gave it to him. "Five more uses." He read out loud. "How many times have you used it today?" "Six." " Six?! You feelin' alright?" "Yeah. I'm fine." She pushed the frames back up her nose. She turned on the inhaler and put the mask over her mouth and nose. "Ratch said use has to double." She heard over the loud sounds of the air coming to her face. "He says that you're early with the symptoms." "So I've heard." She said over the noise.