Mishaps & Wolves (REWRITE)

Chapter 8 - Worst Vacation Ever

Marissa felt numb. She kept waking up like this. Maybe this time she'd died? Maybe she could finally relax. She tried taking a deep breath, and choked as her chest ached and her throat burned.

Not dead then, she surmised.

She fought to open her eyes, worried that she'd fall completely unconscious when they'd already taken too much time out of their escape. They needed to leave now, before anything else went wrong, like everything had been going wrong. She opened her eyes, coughing hard, but the blackness floating all around her wasn't just her blurry vision or the smoke from the burning house, it was the open night sky.

Cavolo, the sky looks beautiful out here, she thought. The stars were out and bright against the night. If it hadn't been for the burning building and the smoke, it would have been perfect.

Then she remembered. They had to leave. They had to escape because the shifters were complete idiots and she couldn't deal with any more stupidity.

She tried to sit up but it was difficult. She had to roll to the side then onto her knees. The hacking cough had her shaking as she desperately tried to suck in fresh air. She looked into the backpack she'd forgotten she'd had strapped onto her chest, and found it empty. The girl must have hopped out as soon as they'd landed and gone to either find her parents or get help.

Good girl, she thought.

Then she looked around to find Randy. The wolf was sprawled next to where she'd been on the ground. She shuffled closer to just hold him, her arms around his neck.

"I'm still telling Dad," she whispered to him as she hugged him tight. But conscious of time, she let go of him and moved back. "Can you move?"

Randy whined, and she could tell it was full of pain. She ran her hands over him but quickly spotted what was wrong. He'd broken two legs with the way he'd landed. They weren't going anywhere since Marissa couldn't carry him, and there was no way she was going anywhere without him.

"Well, I can't fix this without tools. The least they can do is patch us up before we escape again," she said, settling in and lying down next to him, leaning her head against his side. She kept a hand on his neck, stroking him as she looked up and watched the sky.

Her body ached all over, and now that she was settling herself in to relax and wait to be found, she found herself tired too. Breathing was a little tricky, the coughing hard on her chest. She was probably a patchwork of bruises and the smoke she'd inhaled probably hadn't helped. Her Dad was going to laugh and scream at her when he found out what she'd been up to the last few days. Her only consolation was Randy would probably get in trouble too. If his mother found out then she'd be pissed at both of them too. The thought had her groaning in her head.

But the sky was clearing up an the stars looked beautiful. At least something had gone right on this crap-tastic holiday. But as suddenly as it cleared, something blocked her view. The figure bent over her, and she recognised the figure before the face.

"You're blocking the view," she told the brute from earlier as he crouched over her. He just raised his brow. "Torture us again later, just let me enjoy the stars," she told him. Talking had her coughing again, her chest squeezing the air out painfully. 

He just kept looking at her. Randy growled, but she just kept stroking him until he calmed down. She could still feel him tensed under her head and hands, but that could have been doe to the pain from his broken legs.

"We're not moving," she forced out.

Again, he just kept staring down at her.

She didn't care, her chest and throat hurt, and there was nothing she could do if he wanted to move them anyways.  She closed her eyes, no longer wanting to look at the guy when a heavy weight suddenly settled onto her chest and had her eyes opening wide. The bunny-girl had jumped onto her chest, then suddenly a light enveloped her and slowly the bunny morphed back into a little girl again.