There was a strange warmth on my leg. A wet, but not unpleasant warmth. My eyes opened a crack and I looked down my leg to see white bandages. The splinter had been removed and was also bandaged up. Chang caught my gaze and smiled.
"My spit heals anything. Well, almost. I can't save you from death."
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice cracked. I realised I was laying on Ai's side, his chest gently rising and falling as he slept. I snuggled close to him and fell back to sleep.
~#~*~#~
"What do you want me to get for you?"
"Umm," Bao was going down to the town to buy some things, "I don't know, just some food I guess. And more bandages. Oh, and a bag I can put my things in and a knife too."
"Why do you want a knife?"
"Self defence." I curled up against Ai's chest and was about to fall asleep when Bao poked me.
"What do you want?"
"Are you sure you're okay? You're sleeping a lot."
"I lost lots of blood. Of course I'm tired."
"Okay. Just... Just watch yourself, okay?"
"Okay." I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
~#~*~#~
About five minutes later I woke to the sound of scuffling and yelling.
"Ai! Ai!" I hissed in his ear and shook him awake.
"What's wrong?"
"There are guards right outside the cave!"
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Chinese Touch
FantasyShang Dynasty. Ming Yon, a young girl with the ability to bring statues to life, is chased across Medieval China by the Emperor's guards in an effort to escape capture. With the help of Ailong, a dragon statue turned real, can she escape the Emperor...
