Celestial Gardens(The Last Star Trilogy #2)

Chapter 15

I sat quietly at the table while Nathan and Tristan ate the exorbitant amount of bread gathered on the table. Most of it was stale. No one else wanted it so a nice lady in the kitchen let us have it. Halfway through chewing my own loaf of bread, I realized that the bread was expiring and it could make me more sick than I already am. I discreetly put it back, making sure it doesn't look like I tore off a piece.

I was agonized from my class with Hellen this morning. Even if we didn't work with the Star Stone, I was sore. As soon as I had made that promise my head had started throbbing. There was still that tugging feeling on two of my ribs and I had tried everything to make it go away. It was after massaging the spot a hundred time, when I was aware that the only thing left to do was be distracted by it and hope for it to go away.

Unfortunately, the only thing l had on my schedule after training was watch two, already fed boys gobble nasty bread which could make them sick. The only reason I was still here was that one of them might vomit and I might find that amusing, also because the girls' room seemed too confining today.

Nathan mumbled something that sounded like "I'm too full." and Tristan turned pale and looked like he was about to spill. I quickly got up and exited the cafeteria because I no longer found joy in their pain. Standing outside was a bad idea because the Stars were tempting me.

Where to go?

My breathing fastened and I could hear my heart beating in my chest. I pushed past groups of people and gasped for air. I was standing outside the girls' quarters when I heard an argument and decided it was best not to go inside. My lungs felt like someone had kept heavy rocks over them. I gasped for air. I ran around the area, searching desperately for something to do, something to keep me busy.

Where to go?

I dodged arrows, knives and bullets in the training area. Swords clinked, arrows were shot and I could hear people cheering for a fight. I could feel bile rising in my throat, I couldn't breathe and suddenly I was deaf. Everything started to blur out, as if I was looking at a fish tank.

Somehow I ended up in front of the girls' quarters again. They were still fighting in there but the voices were muffled and my head was spinning. I heard someone call my name repeatedly. I walked in the direction of the sound since I could no longer see properly, my ears were useless as well so I just wobbled around. My arms wrapped around a pillar, I felt someone pull me away from there and try to snap me back to reality. My knees buckled and I collapsed.

I could feel a cold liquid being injected into my vein, the light above my cot pierced my eyes, my head felt heavy and I couldn't move. Someone was sitting next to my bed and two voices chattered. My mouth felt dry, I knew there was a glass of water on the side table but my hands were noodles so I couldn't pick it up. I lifted my head and tried to find my voice. But the drip injected more drugs into me and I dozed off.

When I opened my eyes I was still in the infirmary. I now had two intravenous drips in my arm and they both hurt. The liquid had stopped flowing from the bag. I checked to see if it was empty, the first bag was which is why I was awake. I was the only one here, squinted at the window at the other end of the room. It was night. How long had I been out?

I felt nauseous so I wanted to go to the bathroom but I still had the drip in my arm. I tried to remove it but I decided it was best not to do anything too drastic. I closed my eyes and went back into sleeping position. The door opened and someone approached my cot. They carefully removed the needle from my arm, which hurt. And then stabbed me with a new one, it transported nutrients into me. I slowly opened my eyes and found a slim girl standing at the front of my bed, scribbling something on a clipboard. She was wearing a beige dress that covered her neck and fell to her knees, she was wearing a white apron around it and leggings with black boots. Her brown hair was braided neatly and the dark circles under her eyes indicated lack of sleep.