Naked

41 Haze

A/n: Sorry for this long wait!! I have had some time off but now hopefully I will be back on track!! I am not promising anything but I really want to bring an end to this story!! 

Soo for another note... Emily is getting really down form here... 

Enjoy!!

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'Come on. Wake up. Don't die on me now.'

I saw a shape behind a blackness that moved. A blackness the that had dots, lots of dots of white that moved around in curious shapes and some were shaped like a man. A... bald man. The white was cast around his head and shoulders but kept moving.

Just stand still! I pushed and pushed out of the black haze, what was this?

What was I seeing? Where was I?

Soon I felt my insides swell and my chest fill with air, my ribs expanding to their maximum capacity before I exhaled loudly to take another hungry inhale of precious air.

'That's it. Come on. Slowly.' the man coed carefully and the faintest of touches were made aware on my face.

His voice was familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it since I couldn't make it out from all the ringing in my ears.

A cold splash of something on my face jolted me further from the Haze and I whipped my head around trying to focus.

'Slowly, girl.' there was that something in the tone of his voice that made me come to myself faster. Some need to see, to verify the man I was looking at.

My incessant need to wake gave me the strength I needed for my eyes to clear and see the man that was tending to me. My lips felt cold, my tongue felt swollen and foreign and my body in the most helpless state that it had been in years.

I looked at the man in front of me as my stomach roiled in agony. A cold feeling dominated my entire being and I didn't know if that was because of death or just my misery.

I recognised him for what he was. I wanted to curse at him, spit his name and mangle him the worst way possible. But I couldn't.

'I thought ya had more bite in there than that.' he chuckled in my expense.

'Fuck you, Wyatt.'

He huffed and spat on the floor beside me.

'Get up. If you can, that is.' he stood from his crouched position and walked away from my line of sight.

It was then I realised I had sprawled on the floor once again on my side, practically eating dirt. Tentatively I put a hand down and tried with all my might to raise myself from the dust and slowly, bit by bit I managed to come to a sitting position. Blood pounded in my head breaking the cold away in a torturous tempo.

I groaned when I felt a sore spot on the side of my head and I immediately rubbed it with my hand. That was going to hurt for a while, I had thought to lean a bit in front and came face to face with the most mortifying and pitying sight.

I had pissed my trousers.

I almost sobbed in terror and thought to myself that Wyatt was enjoying this... this degradation of mine and that he was going to completely shame me.

I had a word or two just at the tip of my tongue when I raised my head to regard him, but to my utmost surprise, he wasn't even looking at me.

Was he not going to mock me? Laugh at my state? What the hell...