Invisible String

CHAPTER 12

~~~Luna's POV~~~

"No." I whisper with my shaky voice as I watch my friends' dead bodies scattered around the forest trees. "I'm too late."

Gunther lifelessly hanging upside down, Eld and Olou's cold bodies on the ground, and Petra's blood covered body slumped on the tree trunk.

I wake up with a sharp gasp, snapping my eyes wide open. What a way to wake me up. I raised my left hand and held my head. Although the room is dark, I could tell that it's not mine. I scan the room from the right before hearing a man's voice.

"You're awake." I looked back at my left. It was Levi.

"Way to go, captain obvious. You want a medal?" I say as I scan the room once again. "Where am I?"

"Since you're so smart, why don't you figure it out?" He snapped back.

"Well, now you're not getting a medal." Shifting my position, I used my elbow to lift me up and leaned my hands on the bed to support my body as I struggle to sit down.

"Tch. You're in the infirmary."

"Someone wants the award." I smirked at him. He rolled his eyes on me. "What happened?"

"You passed out in the mess hall. I carried you here." He replied as he continued scribbling at his paperwork.

"Aww, you were worried. So, you do care about me." I tease the midget.

"Are you simply stupid or just dumb?" He speaks again, snapping my scanning gaze back at him with a questioning look. "If you can't take the pain, go to the infirmary and ask assistance from the doctors. Don't be such an ignorant shit. What if no one saw you collapse then no one brought you here, so what will happen to you? You could've died, you half-witted brat!"

"Wow, you just called me stupid in different fonts. And for your information, I did go to the infirmary, you ill-tempered dipshit. It just happened to be closed since it's still early in the morning that's why I went to the mess hall. A wounded girl's gotta eat, just so you know." Yes. That's right, I bite back.

"Did you just call me 'ill-tempered dipshit'?" He asked.

"Yes, I did. Deal with it." I snapped back as I rolled my eyes at him.

Completely ignoring the angry midget, I try to find a calendar or a clock. But this room seems to be stuck in the early age as it is completely bland. Geez, this place needs a major makeover. It's just a bed, a table, a sofa, and another table. Bleugh.

Suddenly, I remember I passed out in the morning. But looking outside the window and judging from the dark room, it's clearly night time. "How long was I out?"

"Tch. Two days."

"TWO DAYS?!"

"Tch. Don't shout, you're gonna make me deaf."

"Oh god, I missed six meals. I haven't taken a bath. I haven't brushed my teeth. My hair. I feel dirty." I whisper at myself, feeling disgusted. My stomach started making sounds and unfortunately for me, it was dead silent in the room so I'm assuming he heard it too. Great, just great.

I didn't mind him or even looked at him to see his reaction, I just tried to stand up from my bed which was interrupted by a midget walking towards me. "Where do you think you're going, brat?"

Nope. I'm not answering him unless he calls me properly. I continued getting up, I turned around to make my bed which earned a "Tch" from the midget.

"Oi, I'm talking to you. Get your ass back to bed."