chapter 8
I was wearing my blue satin pajama, as I opened the cover of my bed. My eyes had dark circles, and, I took off my glasses and put them next to me on the night stand. I wanted to read Shakespeare, but, my mind was too busy thinking about my past. I ate dinner alone today, and, lunch too. I was about to put my head on the pillow, when I could hear people running in the hallway. It hit me. James, I quickly got out of the room and caught a soldier.
"Do you know anything about James?" I asked in a rush
"He came back, but he is injured" he said and left.
Oh no, I thought and ran as fast as I could, past the soldiers that were in front of me. I stood in shock as he was limping and 2 soldiers support him. He had scars on his face, and his leg was wounded, so his chest.
"JAMES! " I yelled as I threw myself at him.
"Who could've done such horrible thing to you, are you in pain, talk to me please" I said, trying to hold back tears.
"I went to see how was our agriculture area, when 10 men attacked me and I fought hard, I couldn't... " he said before coughing hard. I grabbed him and helped him to the elevator when we went to the D-3 area that was 2 level beneath us.
"Any doctor, please, help, James is gravely injured" I screamed, when a doctor arrived and helped him too. They took him into the medical wing while I had to wait outside. It felt months, and I was feeling alone. I sat in a corner, my knees to my chest, resting my head into the cold wall which reminded me of the asylum that I was in. I felt as stranger again, a captive of my own thoughts, and, such a dick. I broke down when someone tapped on my shoulder.
"What are you doing here? " I asked. Mark looked at me, with 2 coffee in his hand.
"The same as you, I'm waiting for my good old friend" he said, as he handed me the coffee. He sat next to me on the floor, and rest his head on the wall.
"What do you mean, good old friend" I asked.
"Me and James, grew up in the same neighborhood, before all of this happened. His dad, was a soldier, and he knew everything about this dystopian world that was about to start, so, me and James came up with a solution. My dad, was wealthy, and when we told both our fathers, they put all their expenses on this huge land, and, build the main building, then, started building houses for the homeless people in America. That's how everyone got here, then, he asked the men, if they wanted to volunteer, in the military that James father build, and they agreed, that how everything came to this, and you changed it again." he explained.
"Then, what about the asylum? " I asked
"that, was a prison, then, because they saw, that a lot of mutant started to appear, like me and you, and other people, like James too, they dragged them into that place, to see how our power works." he said. As I was about to ask him another question, I heard the doctor.
"James is okay, we had to give him some sedative, so that he could sleep and recover." he said.
"Where is he now, can I see him? " I asked
"He is in the big white room. If your tired, you can sleep next to him, we had to put him on a big bed" the doctor said. I gave the coffee to Mark, and rushed to see James. I opened the door of the room, as I realized that he was peacefully sleeping on the bed. I walked toward him, and touched his forehead. His breathing was calm and steady, and I couldn't help myself to tuck myself in the bed and feel the warmth of his body. His chest was bandaged, as well as his shoulder, leg, and hands. His forehead was covered in bruises and a small gauge, that was taped. His hair was fuzzy, and, I slowly fell asleep next to him, holding his hand.