Chapter 6

Mental Edge's actions should start to make sense within the next couple chapters.

Day Seven I awaken once more. Silver and Backlash are watching me together in the corner, this time. I roll over and force myself into a seated position. Watching as both of them jerk to attention. Panting with the effort, I swing my legs off the bed. I am closely monitoring their emotions. Concern, sadness, a little hope, worry, tension.

"Is anyone here?" I ask knowing that I won't hear their response. They both answer me and their sadness surges as I show no response. Their hope falls just a little. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Still, worth a try." And there was now guilt. Oops, was not trying for that one. I freeze for a moment and see them freeze along side me. I raise my hand from where it was on my lap, till it is right in front of my nose. I wave so very very slowly.

As I turn my head to follow my hand I let out a small laugh. A smile grazes my lips. Their hope swells and I flinch at the lie I am telling. They notice the flinch so I place my hand on my ribs and hiss out my displeasure. After another moment in which I brace myself, I push off the bed and just catch myself as I almost fall. Leaning almost entirely on my arms I watch them step back to where they were before I almost fell. It is a little amusing that both of them started forward. 

Straightening up I rest against the bed and whisper, "Right. Figure out where you are, then plan on how to get out of this mess. I refuse to die here." Their concern spikes and stays as they realize that I mean to move around. They are trying to speak to me yet again. I can even imagine what they are most likely saying. I can almost hear them urging me to rest, not to worry, that I am safe. They are wrong. I have to leave. I move. 

The pain is almost overwhelming, but I have to stay strong. This is nothing. It seems I was becoming soft, being around the others. I have felt so much worse than this, back when I was alone. When I had no one to help defend me. I move to the right, the corner opposite them, using the bed as a support. When I reach the wall I shift my weight onto it and start to slide along it towards the corner across from them. I make sure to spike then decrease then spike again the level of pain being projected each time I move. It is an annoyance, but I can't afford to mess up now. Not after days of faking my healing. Including slowly and steadily lowering the pain levels. 

I reach the corner and start towards them as they slowly back away from the edge of my shield. I find the door before I'm even half way across this wall. I pause and run my hands over the edges of the door. I slide a little to the left and run my hands across the wall, searching. I find what I'm looking for. A small plate stuck in the wall with an engraving of a specific flower. I had made it, given it and then watched as it was hung in the wall during the construction of this building. I made one for each door. The others had thought me strange but had indulged me when I insisted. Laughing at my 'attempt to liven up the place' as Hit had jokingly said. 

None of them knew that I was preparing for the day that I might need to navigate the building without my mental sight. How would they? They are unaware that I am technically blind. Well, now they know, but I am planning on that being a temporary thing. Already I had shown them that my eyesight was 'coming back'.

"The infirmary." I sighed out. My whole body sagged. "Then they already know. They weren't supposed to know. I have to leave, I won't die here." I feel their confusion as the first part sinks in, and then their panic as they really hear what I am saying. They almost start towards me but I speak before they can, "There is still time. I have to get home." For once what I'm doing and saying is not misleading. It is sad, but this is the most truthful thing I have ever said to them. There is just enough time to make it back home, before I collapse. I have been in my Fighter state for over a week. I need to rest and more importantly I need to heal.