𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 // dave.east

𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 #33

"Narnia."

Dave spoke, breathlessly. Chills erupted in narnia's body, she felt as if she was hallucinating.

She turned away, closing her eyes shut.

"This can not be real." She whispered, holding herself tight.

"Come on, mama." Dave spoke yet again, but this time he carefully wrapped his arms around Narnia, pulling her up.

"AHH!" She hissed in pain, holding her damaged skin.

Dave immediately stopped pulling her. "Narnia, we just have to get to the car, and I'll take care of you." Dave said, his voice gentle, yet yearning.

However, Narnia couldn't speak. She was so shocked that the one she's been talking to forever, the one she felt something for had came to rescue her.

So, she simply nodded her head, looking everywhere but Dave's pretty, brown eyes.

She took an agonizing deep breath. Her body shaking painfully as she exhaled before she took small strides in the rain towards Dave's car. She wouldn't allow Dave to pick her up, because it was too much on her body.

Each step for her was deadly. She felt as if her whole body would collapse.

She felt like demons in movies when they walked towards the one they haunt. All crippled, and bendy.

After a few long moments, Narnia was finally entered the car. Relief instantly flowed throughout her body, as she felt the blazing heat blast from the vents in the car.

She gently propped up her feet on the seat next to her, as she snuggled into herself laying her head on the window.

Her eyes closed and she finally felt safe to sleep.

It was around six hours before Narnia woke from her slumber. Narnia opened her heavy eyelids, slowly. She blinked rapidly from her head constantly pounding.

Once it faded away, she took a look around the unfamiliar room.

It was a hotel room, she knew because she'd been in one before a long time ago.

However, it was a very nice, expensive looking one. She looked down, noticing she was embedded in white-cotton, fluffy blankets. She carefully removed them off of her to take a look at her wounds.

As she mildly suspected, the blood from her and others was cleaned off of her body, her cuts and wounds were treated, and other parts of her body were bandaged.

She looked towards the front of the room door and saw a whole tray of food hidden in huge silver lids on a transportable table. Her stomach growled as soon as she recognized it was food.

She slowly lifted her legs over the tall, huge bed and placed weight on her toes first, then following her feet. She paused for a second, feeling a brief amount of pain. She shut her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Okay." She exhaled, before proceeding to lift her body off of the bed.

Once she was off the bed and standing with a little hunch on her back, she limped over towards the table of food.