Spectrum Rebellion

v.

v.

My eyes opened suddenly and my lungs then started to gasp for air, suddenly wide awake and working properly once more. As I coughed, I realised that my head wasn't quite so sore. But the dizzy feeling still overcame me, so I closed my eyes and rested my head back...against a pillow. A genuinely soft, fluffy and comforting pillow. My hands shot up to my head and I felt a soft fabric underneath them. A bandage. Somebody had patched me up and probably given me painkillers and other medicines to make me better. My eyes opened once more, this time more slowly and carefully, and I realised I wasn't at my house, nor was I outside, or anywhere I recognised. My vision was clear again, so I used that to look about properly.

I was in a room with white walls. The duvet and pillows that smothered me were also white. Everything seemed to have been made a white so blinding that it felt as if I had just died and 'seen the light'...which would have been funny, had it not occurred to me because if the events that had happened earlier.

Suddenly, my rescuer, the boy I had been so intrigued by walked into the room. He wore a coral pink t-shirt, with black jeans. He had bare feet, but I couldn't help but think about the blue socks. "Good morning, or rather, afternoon." Thomas said quietly, softly, "Are you feeling any better? You look ever so slightly perkier."

"I c-can't believe you didn't change your socks. I remember them being blue when I first saw you...and they were blue when you p-picked me up last night." I pointed out, my voice a mere croak. Thomas smiled slightly, causing dimples to appear by the sides of his mouth. Without his hood he looked different, but that might have been because there were no shadows, or it wasn't night time when I was looking at him, and I wasn't all caught up in the moment of stealing paint. And I could now fully appreciate his light (almost mint) green hair that had faded slightly; I could see some natural dirty blond and brown starting to poke through here and there. 

"Of all the things you could have said to me, and you comment about my socks. But for the record, I have more than one pair of blue socks. I could even give you a pair and everything, and I would still have enough blue socks. Sometimes...I wear two pairs of blue socks one day after the other. Oh no! That goes against everything! Thomas, you absolute sock abuser!" Thomas said, finishing in a strange, high-pitched voice as he sat himself down by my legs, even waving his hands about slightly for emphasis. "But seriously, are you feeling okay?"

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck and then kicked in the head several times...but besides that, grand." I croaked, looking at Thomas, who was still smiling. He looked different without black on his top half, too. He just looked different in the daylight. "Anyway...where am I? And how do you know where I live?"

"Lived." Thomas said immediately, emphasising the 'duh' noise. "Well, we are in a hospital room that was made especially for injured Rebels. This was the closest place, so I figured this would do." Thomas tapped on his thighs as he spoke, seemingly a habit. "And as for where you lived...well. Where to begin, huh? Upon walking back home one evening, taking a stroll through the Arid town, I heard a scream. And so I went to have a look. I peeked through the window of your front door and saw nothing. I then figured it was coming from upstairs and so I climbed the side of your house, found your window and saw you. At first, I had no idea who you were, until you rolled over and I saw you properly. And because I am me and I sort of knew who you were, I wasn't going to leave you in pain. I pretty much figured out that it was your parents, because you kept screaming out in your odd, comatose state to your parents, telling them to stop. So yeah. I then heroically saved you like the Prince Charming I am, brought you here and patched you up."

"T-Thank you," I said, staring at him, practically gawking at him and his interesting hair. "But you barely know me. All you've seen me do is pick up a few paint cans."