Whelve

Chapter Thirteen

Daniel

My eyes were stuck on the small scratch of the outside of the window. Had that been made by a bird? Or a stone? Or maybe the cold and the years had worn it out and then...

The sun tried to creep out of the light grey clouds, but I just turned around so that I couldn't see it anymore. The wall next to the dresser was a dark olive green or maybe brown. I wasn't sure what the colour was considered but it was...

A jolt of pain made me squirm and curl up even more. I tried to take a few deep breaths, as most of the times that helped. But my lungs quickly pushed out the air and I sobbed. It had hurt to even breathe in. Tears came to my eyes.

Light pressure on my hip made me look up and I noticed Omen had placed her two front paws on me, looking over from behind me. She let out a small sound that was something between a yawn and a meow. I wanted to pet her, but I was afraid that moving my arm would hurt me even more.

Some shallow breaths escaped my mouth and a sob shook me. I winced. Omen let out a small trill and moved down from my hip. I closed my eyes, thinking she would go away by when I felt her paws rest between my shoulder-blades I hissed from the pain that went through me.

"O-omen..." I softly called out; my voice not able to get louder.

Slowly, while keeping her claws in she started kneading my back with her paws, making me sob now and then. It hurt but it wasn't unbearable. It wasn't like...

I lost track of time; my mind too focused on Omen's two little paws on my back. She was purring loudly and gradually the pain started to fade. Or numb down. Or... it just stopped.

I was still sore all over, probably from having moved around all night long -or rather half the night-. Taking some counted deep breaths, I moved away until I was sitting on the bed. Without skipping a beat, Omen moved and came to stand on my legs. She reached up, slightly getting up on her back legs and rubbed her head on my cheek. Her purring had gotten so loud I let out a sound of disbelief.

She meowed again and I looked over at where her food bowl was. It seemed empty and I couldn't remember whether Ev had poured her food this morning. I couldn't even remember when he had left. It could have been days ago.

I pulled her in my arms and slowly dangled my legs over the end of the bed. I grunted and closed my eyes. Took a few deep breaths and tried to put weight on my legs.

I almost fell.

My shoulder hit the window and I rested against it. Omen in my arms protested, but the pain that was going through me had me hyperventilating. I moved around so my back was against the window, the pressure causing me even more pain and I started to slide down when Omen stuck her claws in my bicep. I hissed and looked down at her with a frown. My grip on her eased and she jumped down. I almost kept on sliding when I noticed that she went to her bowl and sniffled around. She was hungry.

She was hungry.

She was hungry.

I turned around placing both hands against the window and pressed my forehead against the cold surface of the glass. I took some deep breaths. I could do this. She was hungry.

Keeping both hands on the glass plane I moved sideways closer to Omen's bowl, that was placed next to the kitchenette. The bag with her kibble was in one of the lower cabinets of the kitchenette. Just thinking about lowering to open the cabinet door and pull out the bag made me shiver.

But I wasn't there yet. There was no point in thinking about that now. I still had to move. I still had to walk to it. I could only move in half-steps. Omen let out a louder meow.