Key To My Heart || Slugterra

34| Twist

The back of my head was aching like there was no tomorrow, and the pain never subsided ever since I woke up. The rest of my body was numb and screaming in pain for being in the same positions for too many hours. My mouth was dry, my stomach growling loudly. Dried blood clotted the cut on my lip and the cut on my abdomen from the Mecha Bull.

Not to mention, I was very close to mentally going insane.

But looking at the bright side, I am so grateful to have Strange, my White Boon Doc. She never stop healing me ever since I woke up in this hell prison, even though she was still inexperienced and certainly does not have enough power to heal me completely.

"Strange," I called out to the slug on my shoulder, ignoring the horrible headache I was getting. My head was spinning wildly, even though I had woken up a long time ago.

Now that I think about it, I do pass out pretty frequently in Slugterra and have these terrible headaches, but they usually don't hurt after a few hours of consciousness.

This time, however, the pain did not subside, but instead amplified as time goes by. Another wave of dizziness flooded my mind and I winced.

"What is wrong with me?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Strange?" I looked over at her. She was clearly exhausted on my shoulder, but she never stopped gleaming.

"Strange, stop healing me. I'm fine," I said, out of breath. "Rest. Take a nap. I need you to heal your friends. I can't stand looking at them like this any longer."

The ghouls in the red slug carrier growled at me with glowing red eyes, as if they knew what I said and they certainly don't like it.

Strange's glow vanished and I immediately felt like a huge lump of weight was dropped on me. Without her help, my body was trembling in pain. She could sense the immediate change of state of my body and she chirped worriedly.

"I'm fine," I assured, biting my lower lip. "Please get some rest. You need to heal your friends."

I looked at her but she looked hesitant to get off my shoulder to rest. I rolled my eyes and glared at the goons that were guarding my cell outside.

"Did they tell you to never leave me?" I asked, and she nodded softly. I glanced outside my cell again, and had eye-contact with one of the two goons, which he immediately broke.

"Sleep on my shoulder," I said and forced a smile for Strange. She hesitated, but gave in eventually. I could tell that she was extremely exhausted. She nudged her head into my neck, and fell asleep almost instantly from overworking herself.

I had no idea how long I have been stuck in this chair for, but I need to get out of here.

My slugs need me.

Dalinda needs me.

Slugterra needs me.

I need to tell the gang about Blakk's plan before the Darkbanes are teleported here.

My body had slightly recovered so I tried to break myself free from the tape around my wrist. I could feel the burning friction on my skin, but I didn't care.

I need to get out.

As if the demons could hear my thoughts, I heard the sound of the glowing bars descending and followed by footsteps. I looked up and glared at the man that just entered the cell.

Twist.

He walked towards me and crouched down to my level, beside the slug carrier. He kept a straight face on as I glared angrily. His gaze then left mine and fell on the cut across my stomach.