MOONLIGHT 《H.S》

SIX

A loud cry woke me up.

I knew that cry.

It wasn't Harry...

Eli.

I shot up in my seat, the car swerved a little but got back in track.

"You scared me."

I pat Harry's greasy hair and unbuckled myself to climb in the backseat.

"Careful, baby love." Harry said, I could feel in his voice the love he felt for me and my wish was that one day I could finally love him as much as he loves me.

"Okay, okay, good morning baby boy." Eli cried a little more, "Hi, don't cry, mummy's here. How was your nap?"

He sniffled and lay his head on my chest, "Mummy my head hurts!"

"It's okay, baby, I know, my head hurts too, but we didn't bring any medicine for you." I couldn't give him my painkillers especially since I was having my own pains. I knew it sounded selfish, and his headache was probably from being in a car for too long. I got headaches in the car all the time. I was probably going to ask Harry to stop at a grocery store so we could get him something to drink and eat.

I probably had some milk in his bottle, but it wasn't warm like he liked it.

"Do you want some milk? It's not warm but it's tasty."

He nodded and I grabbed his bottle from his bag, shaking it and giving it to him.

He took it gratefully and drank happily.

"Harry we need to stop at a grocery store soon."

Harry nodded gruffly, "I have to take a piss."

"Language." I tugged a strand of his hair that was sticking out.

Since we were stopping soon, I sat with Eli back in my seat, he just loved staring out at the world.

"What's that?" He asked me, pointing to a moving hand on the tall grass.

"Harry, stop the car." He was about to drive past it.

Shit.

Harry stopped the car abruptly, "Cover Eli's nose and mouth."

He nodded and grabbed my jacket and places it over Eli's mouth and eyes.

Eli looked confused at first but Harry explained and he understood.

I went out of the car and hurried to the hand.

A man, no taller than 5'8 was gasping for air.

"Holy shit are you okay?" I asked him.

I touched his hand and immediately flinched. He was a Writhing.

"It's okay, calm down." I fumbled for my pills, handing him some.

He swallowed them dry and gasped in pain.

"Thank you." He panted, "Help me."

I helped him up but he was still in pain.

Slowly we made out way to the car.

I put the man on the backseat he lay down as best as he could and after about an hour of driving we stopped at a convenience store.

"What are you called?" It was common for the Writhing community to ask what they are called instead of their names. For example, I was called Soren, but my name was Soleil.

"I'm Louis." Or sometimes not. They were just okay with their names.

"That's a nice name. Are you hungry, Louis?"