Bombs Away

Chapter 9 - Get to Know You

So sorry I haven't been on, I've had so much going on. Taking hard classes sucks ass.

-Emily

WARNING: OFFENSE LANGUAGE

Harry's POV

I fade in and out of consciousness for a while, and each time I come to, a small hand envelops mine and a sweet voice whispers my name.

When I wake once and for all, a numb sort of throbbing forces away most of the fog from my mind as my eyes adjust to the light. I squint them almost fully closed as I try to sit up. Once I do, I see medical wrap tightly bound around my upper right thigh. I wince when I see the slightest trace of blood on my pants surrounding the bandage. Remembering what happened, anger begins to bubble in my chest once again.

"Harry?"

I look down to my left, and the anger washes away. I smile at her, and watch as she rubs her eyes and stretches. Amber had been sleeping on the couch, which she dragged up towards the bed that I am lied on.

"How are you feeling?" She asks, smiling nervously at me.

"Never been better." I yawn. "How long have I been out?"

"Four days." She glares at her clasped hands in her lap.

"Four days?!" I ask incredulously. "All from a bloody leg wound? I'm a right wimp, aren't I." My cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"No, it's not just from that. You passed out from blood loss for the first few hours, and when you woke, they put ambien, a strong sleeping drug, into your blood stream. They really didn't want you to wake up. I'm not sure why." She shakes her head and her eyes meet mine.

"I wonder why they would do that. And for four days exactly? That seems odd." I frown, trying to think of why they would keep my asleep for four days.

"I think it's because you are a trouble maker, and they needed to finish some stuff before you woke up fully. I do know that they finished cleaning up... everything, in the arena." Amber's voice drops quietly at the end.

There is a pause before I speak again, swallowing my choking sorrow. "What did they do with them?"

She knows I'm talking about the fans they murdered, because her eyes turn sad. "They showed me before they brought you into the room and shot you. They are putting them all in body bags, and dropping them out in chutes to the dumpsters outside. He is allowing the police to pick them up and take them to their families."

I nod, grateful for this. "Wait, who is letting them do this? You said 'he'."

"Oh, Jack Harper. He's the boss of these people. He told Derek that he isn't allowed to hurt me, and he seems much kinder than everyone who works for him; which worries me."

I nod to her, and shift so that I am laying on my side. "Well, that's good that he is not going to hurt you," I watch as she frowns and look up at me, concern shadowing her face.

"No, it's not good! Because that means that they will hurt you, instead!"

She looks into my eyes and I look right back, suddenly captured by the intensity and knowledge held in their blend of brown, green, and gold. She keeps on looking at me, and I let my eyes wander to her pink, full lips and imagine kissing them, imagine their soft sweetness on mine. I take in the tiny freckles, and admire the perfectly tainted blush on her cheekbones. Her dark, chestnut brown hair brushes her forehead in a cute pixie-cut, and I feel the need to run my hands through it.

Amber bites her bottom lip nervously and looks down at her lap, making me smile. "Sorry," I apologize. "You're just so beautiful."

I know that was pretty sudden, but I do catch her tiny smile that she tries to hide by bending her head down further. When Amber looks back up, she studies my eyes. I feel like she is trying to know if I am being sincere. Of course I am, though. She is nothing but beauty.