Keaton Will

Chapter 10

I wake up the next morning to a knocking at my door, it's Maggie and she's panicked. I take a second to get my bearings before getting up and opening the door. She rushes in and shuts the door behind her. She starts pacing and trying to figure out how to tell me the police are here and trying to find me.
"Maggie, take a deep breath, and tell me what's up," I say without my powers, which takes a lot of concentration to my still sluggish brain. She nods and complies,
"Keaton, the police found out you're here, they are searching the rooms. You have to go now!" I nod and telepathy the others, (The police are here, time to go.) I grab my bag and give Maggie a "thank you" hug and I run out the back way along with my crew and I confuse the policemen so that we can get past and we hop on a bus and go towards the airport. I manage to convince the security and workers that we are "important people who need a flight stat and can pay" of course they bought it, I can be quite charming when I need to be. Just ask Vivian. By the time we are on the plane, I feel like passing back out, ugh, I really shouldn't have run those three miles after drowning, it's noon, none of us have eaten, and I honestly don't want to. I'm pretty sure I am getting that sickness you get from drowning... I sigh quietly. I'm glad I'm sitting alone in my row, Vivian would kill me if she saw me right now, I'm pretty sure I look like I just drowned again. And speaking of drowning, I am never touching water again, I still have plenty in my stomach as is. It's a nine-hour flight and I'm planning on resting for most of it. The others know not to bother me by now, especially after yesterday so I'm free to take a well-needed nap, and that is exactly what I do.

    The next time I am conscious it is because of turbulence. I find out Sheldon doesn't like planes, he prefers running across the water. I am not surprised. I decided I probably shouldn't sleep anymore seeing as it has been five hours and Vivian is close to freaking out. She asks me to eat and drink something in her thoughts. (I'm really not hungry, I still have a quart of lake water in my stomach.) I telepathy her. She gives me a slow nod, great. I made her even more worried, and when she's worried about me she's not focused on our goal. Our goal is freedom, it's pretty hard to get distracted from that. I take in a slow breath and relax into the seat and wait for the turbulence to be over. I also ignore the girl's thoughts because they are still mad at me for running after drowning. I had no choice! We would have gotten caught! Ugh, but pain. The turbulence finally stops after a few minutes and Sheldon relaxes from his white grip on the seat. Well, I have to say there are worse times to become airsick, but my stomach starts churning. Again, I am so glad Vivian can't see my face, I know I'm pale, and she will either kill me or make me go back to sleep, which is quite tempting if I'm honest. Four hours until we land, I'll just watch a movie or something. I can stay awake. I suddenly yawn, oh come on! I shift and try to wake myself up more. I plug in some headphones and start playing a movie, a superhero movie. I am a nerd, don't judge me. Two movies later were on the ground and I feel like passing out, yes, I know it's a common feeling for me, but it is still hard to fight. We unload off the plane and start heading towards a decent but cheap hotel. We find one and double up in the rooms, minus Grunty, he gets a room to himself. Micheal and Mark, Vivian, Delilah and Miranda, me and Sheldon, all pair up in the rooms. Why do I always get stuck with Sheldon? He checks the room then claims a bed and runs around like a caged animal then lays on the bed then jumps up and runs around some more. He's making me more tired and I'm just watching. I make my way to the unclaimed bed and lay down on it and breathe a quiet sigh of relief. He stops and looks at me,
"I don't feel jet-lag, so I'm fully energized. Can I go look around the city?" he says quickly. Let's see, peace and quiet, or safety? Safety.
"No," I reply dryly.
"But I feel so cramped in here!" He complains.
"You'll live." Now as someone with claustrophobia I should care more for someone feeling trapped, but I don't care if it's Sheldon, he'll live.
(Fine then, I'll just run around until I annoy you enough to kick me out.) He thinks.
"Sit down," I command with my powers. He sits. "Now stop moving around," he nods with that familiar glazed look. A couple minutes later he starts looking bored, great. I still don't care. He's fine. I don't feel up to caring. Sheldon loses some of his glazed look and he looks at me, he always snaps out of it first.
"Keaton," he says cautiously. "You don't look so good."
"I died yesterday, remember? Do you think I'm going to look 'good' today?"
"Well, no, but you look pretty bad,"
"Don't tell Vivian," I request and release him from my powers. He nods and lays down,
"Even though I don't feel jet-lag, I'm pretty tired from the long day we've had. I'm gonna crash now. How about you?" I nod and a few minutes later he falls asleep. I roll over and try to get comfortable, but I can tell, I am not going to be getting any sleep tonight, I'm too on guard.