Immortals || H.S.

VIII

Tina–

 

All I could see was pitch black. Wherever I looked, black surrounded me. But I could hear things; I could hear voices and shuffling, all along with simultaneous beeps. Then I figured that all I have to do in order to see is to just open my eyes. And that’s what I did; I opened them.

They fluttered slowly and delicately, and once they were fully open, I started taking in my surroundings. I was in a dark, familiar room with nothing around but dark gray walls. I sensed I’ve been here before then I realized; I was in a healer, a room where the wounded stay in order to recover. I panicked.

I started getting up from my lying position and all of a sudden, pain shot up through every single bone of my body, driving me back down. I winced as the pain flooded for the first time, setting every inch of me on agonizing fires.

“Andrew!” was what I managed to yell aloud as he was the only one I talked to from healing. A door opened then shut and I saw Andrew standing beside my bed in a mater of seconds.

“I see you’re awake.” He shot me one of his heart-warming smiles and I tried to look anywhere but his appealing lips.

“What am I doing here? Why am I in pain?” He rested his hand on mine immediately in a way of assurance.

“It’s okay; you’re here recovering from major injuries in your ribs and limbs, but they’re all gradually healing now and soon enough, you’ll be released.” His smile was still intact, but I was in shock.

“When – what – how did I come here?” He stared at me for a couple seconds, trying to fathom if I was being serious.

“Don’t you remember?”

Then bits of several flashbacks started playing in my mind; the task – Carolina – the building – men, several men attacking. Then it all hit me like a truck moving over speed limit; we have been ambushed by men who charged at me and… Harry. Harry was my task-tag.

“Where’s Harry?” The question took Andrew aback. He huffed then scanned the clipboard he was holding.

“Off somewhere here in the institution, probably acting like the douche he is.” I raised my eyebrows at him; Andrew never – and by saying never, I mean never – insulted anyone in front of me. “What? Am I forbidden from insulting anyone?”

I chuckled despite of my pain, “no, it’s okay. I think I’ll start liking you now that you’ve been insulting people.” I smirked, and I swear upon my parents’ graves I witnessed Andrew blush.

“I should probably go now,” he spoke, pursing his lips into a thin line, “got others to help, injuries to mend.” I laughed loudly, my chest painfully vibrating.

“You’re not cool Andrew, not at all.” He playfully scowled.

“And you need some rest, Tina.” I smiled, and he shot me one in response before waving goodbye and leaving me in the dull healer.