When this strange person walked up to me I shot straight up. I practically knocked the wind out of me and felt unbearable pain thought my entire arm. The man hurried over to me and took my arm and put the needles back in. I could feel all the tiny little pricks through my arm and winced in pain. I wonder if it was still the bone was back in place .
I decided that I was to scared to look. If I were to look it could be worse then I remember and I don't want that. I guess it could always be better but I really don't want to take that chance. I knew that if I were to look I would just start crying and I don't want that.
After I got situated the man returned to the foot of my bed. Before the man began talking I observed things about him. Trying to figure him out before he could figure me out. I always hated how quickly people could "figure me out".
The man standing next to me did not look very old, he definitely couldn't be more then 25 maybe 26 at the oldest but I seriously doubt that. The strange mans eyes were a deep chocolate brown with slight hints of caramel. The light reflected nicely of his pupils the light almost formed stares in his eyes making him look magical. The pupils in his eyes were small sense it was so bright is the cabin. I wondered if it was still the same day. Same month even.
His eyes were clearly sunken in with purple highlights around the rim of his under eye. These types of bags were definitely formed from stress or lack of sleep. Part of me thought there was a chance he did not sleep at all last night. I am assuming it was a combination of both. I know that feeling utter exhaustion. I have felt it a lot lately.
My eyes then went down his arms cuts covered,well not cuts so much as scares. They did not seem to be self harm scares, more like he had been hurt many times over many years type of scares. My eyes then reached his hands, they were slightly dirty and completely calloused. Clearly lots of hard work had been done. Maybe I will get to work hard and get messy. I can stop being the perfect girl that I was always expected to be. His hands were in fists and the nails had been cut very short. I looked down and saw his shoes. Red converse, they were beat up at worn down. There was a hole appearing in the heal and the white toe was almost brown. Luckily they looked very broken in and comfortable. Old converse are the most comfortable.
The man had on a t-shirt and jeans. The jeans had a small ripe and the ankle and light blood stain my the knee it also had clearly been sewn back together. Just by looking at him you could tell he has been through a lot. The T-shirt read something but I couldn't really tell what. There was a symbol underneath the words the symbol seemed to by some type of animal. I leaned in to attempt to read it. The man clearly noticed and backed up, mostly in shock but he did seem slightly scared of me. To be fair I was a little scared of me to. Before the man backed up I managed to catch what it said. The t-shirt said "camp half blood" H A L F B L O O D.
My head started spinning and confusion rushed through my body. What is camp half blood. Why am I here. Half blood. That sounds creepy. Like you only have half your blood because you are bleeding out. I have always been scared of bleeding out. One time I saw someone get seriously hurt and blood gushed out of them. Ever sense the thought of blood made me feel like I was going to throw up.
Maybe there is something else mixed in with the blood. What would be mixed in with it. Water. No that's lame. This seems like a cool place water is to lame for that. Maybe, ya I don't know. Ughhh I don't even have a clue. Questions like that filled my head and my stomach did Summersaults. My eyes were darting back and forth trying to figure what in earth was going on. I saw lots of people with the same shirt. I silently hoped that they haven't lost half their blood. Maybe that would mean I am losing my blood to. I really don't want that to happen.
My stress was very visible everyone could tell I was confused and nervous. I knew that everyone could tell because they kept starring. I had to pretend to calm down but I still couldn't get myself together. I finally heard something. It sent a calming sense through my body. As if I knew the voice. Even though I definitely did not.
