Chapter Twenty Seven

Sleepless and solem

I’ve been driving for 6 hours and I’ve barely slept the past week. Needless to say, I’m exhausted. But I can’t complain, Blaze is in the back trying to fix up a stabbed Coral. I’m really not sure if she’ll make it, Rippir is fully convinced she won’t and that we should ditch her on the side of the road, Blaze is still in shock and trying to do everything she can. As for Fabian, well he’s trying to help Blaze but I’m sure he doesn’t think Coral will make it. It’s excruciatingly quiet in here. The only noise is the mumbled noises coming from Blaze. As I drive I can see Rippir's unsubtle stare, as well his eyes slightly closing for he appears to be exhausted as well………….

I wake up to a crash and an air bag blowing up on my chest. We’re off the road, the front of the car is one with a tree and Fabian is screaming.

“Everyone okay?” I shout in hopes my reckless sleep driving hasn’t caused any more damage than we already have.

“Yeah, we’re fine, Jesus Mark what the hell happened?” Blaze asks me with concern.

“I-I guess I fell asleep, sorry guys” I respond shakily.

“It’s fine, how about you come back here and rest and I’ll  check out the car and hopefully it’ll be fine, I can drive for a bit, I’ve done all I really can for Coral for now, I just hope she’s-” Blaze starts but is cut off while she climbs to the front and turns a sickly pale green colour.

“Mark, you’re arm!” She screams. I look down, my arm has gone in an opposite direction, one that I frankly thought wasn’t possible, I’m bleeding excessively, I’ve already started bruising and now…. Well now I’m throwing up.  

“Blaze, take Fabian and check out the car, there should be tools in the back, it shouldn’t be that bad, it was the f*****g airbag that did that to his arm.” Rippir states calmly while flicking a piece of lint off of his pant. He opens his door, comes around, picks me up and takes me to the back. He then lays me next to Coral.

“Well well Marky, quite an injury you’ve got there. But that’s okay, I can help.” He purrs.

“Uhm.. That’s okay I can-” I start.

“Just let me do it for you for f***s sake Mark! You can’t even hold still, you’d just injure yourself worse if you tried. And probably start to f*****g throw up again.” Rippir states.

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. And as much as I don’t want him to, I allow him to begin working away at my arm, while I watch Coral in hopes she’ll wake up soon and be alright. But a part of me thinks that’s total bullshit, that she’ll never recover, she’ll never wake up. And as much as I enjoyed having someone who grew up as a human with us, I wish she never came. I wish Rippir had never hit her over the head with a pot outside the hospital. I wish we had never shared this adventure. Because perhaps then she would be okay, she’d be living a life without as many risks, she would pass being a teen. And as much as I enjoy knowing her, if it means she would live, I wish I hadn’t. Those are my last thoughts before I drift off to sleep.