The Summoning ~Sleep Token FF~

~8~

I woke from a dead sleep; crickets chirped their nighttime songs as I stared blankly at the wall before me. I felt sick, almost as if I had eaten something wrong. I ran through my thoughts and couldn't determine why I felt this way. Pulling back the blanket, I got up and exited the tent.

Walking over to one of the other tents, I gently shook it, hoping to hear a groan or a huff. It was silent; I sighed quietly, walked to the other one, and did the same. I listened and heard a slight snore as I shook the tent rougher "please wake up," I said quietly.

Almost as if he heard me, shuffling was heard, and a hand reached through the half-open door. He grabbed my arm and tugged me inside; I let out a small huff and closed my eyes. Once I no longer felt him pulling, I opened my eyes. A small lantern gave some light, just enough for me to make out outlines of objects.

"I'm sorry I woke you up; I'm not feeling well and was wondering if you had anything to help?" I said. I tried looking at him but couldn't make anything out except his tall frame. I squinted, trying to get a better look, but to no avail, I gave up.

He shrugged and fumbled in a small bag to our left, half asleep, trying to find some meds. While I watched, my stomach felt worse, like someone grabbed it and started twisting. My mouth began to water, and I started to feel clammy.

Before I had time to think about what was happening, a small trash can was in front of me. It's almost like he had a sixth sense. I fell to my knees and began dry heaving; tears started to prick my eyes as I coughed roughly. Before I knew it, he knelt beside me, holding my hair back and rubbing my back comfortingly.

Nothing was said as I continued gagging; I felt horrible. There was always one thing I hated: throwing up. It was the worst thing that could happen; it had been years since I had gotten sick. I am in front of a man, throwing my guts up.

After what felt like forever, I finally stopped gagging. I took a deep breath and laid back, staring at the ceiling. He was quick to clean up, even cleaning up the trash can. I was surprised he was able to do that so quickly. "I'm sorry...I didn't expect to be sick," I said quietly.

A slight head shake was seen as he patted my leg, almost to tell me it was right. "Would you like to go wash up?" he asked, looking over at me. Raising my eyebrow, I looked at him. "Isn't it too dark for that?". He shook his head no and helped me to my feet, giving him a small smile of appreciation.

I left the tent and waited patiently outside; he stepped out and held his hand out to me. I looked at the bag on his shoulder and grabbed his hand. Once we were ready, we began our journey to where we were yesterday. Or I assume it was yesterday since it looks to be midnight.

The moon lit the path enough for us to make our way through with no problem. A comfortable silence lingered around us; you could hear crickets in the background and a few frogs here and there. After walking, we made it to the waterfall; a small smile found its way onto my face as I stared at the water before me.

He watched as I lit up, feeling much better than before. "So are you going to go somewhere else or...." I asked, not looking at him. "It's too dark. I'll close my eyes until you are in the water, and you do the same?" I nodded at his words as he placed the backpack down near the water's edge.

I turned to him and nodded; he put his hands up to his eyes and covered them. I quickly took my shirt and shorts off, leaving on the bra and underwear; I walked to the edge and dived into the water. I came back up and giggled, wiping my eyes. "Are you going to wear your mask? Or are you able to take it off?"

He shook his head no "I have to keep it on," he said; I nodded and covered my eyes, wanting to peak but not doing it. I heard water splash around me, removing my hands from my eyes. I looked around and saw him swimming over to me. I floated around a bit, waiting for him.

"What is it like?" I asked him, floating on my back and staring at the stars. "What do you mean?" he asked, staying close by, ensuring I was okay. "What's it like having a family? Having people care about you?" I was genuinely curious how it felt; it looked nice to have that feeling.

He pulled me to him and made me look at him; I couldn't see his eyes, but I could feel how he looked at me. It gave off a feeling of sadness; I tried turning away but couldn't escape his gaze. He stared into my soul, almost like he was searching for something; maybe he pitied me.

"Why do you ask?" he said, breaking the silence; I jumped slightly, not expecting him to speak. Shrugging, I tried to move away, but he kept me there. "I never got to know what it felt like," I said quietly, almost pitting myself.

"Vessel cared," he said to me; I scrunched my eyebrows and looked at him with a confused gaze. "What do you mean?" he chuckled and swam around, "he was there that night for a reason," he said dryly. I stared at the figure moving around before me, taking in his words. I guess so...

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Hi guys! Another chapter out, starting to get back into the grove of things. Next week will be a bit different since I will have time to write a few chapters. Will try to get out at least 3 by Wed, I have a few days off for my birthday! Anyway thank you so much for reading, you guys are the best!