My stomach hurt like Lucifer himself had cut a hole in it. It was bleeding. A lot. Although it was now midnight and had been a good 12 hours since I’d had that fight in the gang room, it just wouldn’t stop bleeding, like that shortsword had been laced with poison. I shivered at the thought. Judy doubted it when I asked and said, and I quote “What a bunch of absolute baloney, Maverick!” Her exact words. So much for being professional.
I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. The pain in my stomach was unbearable, despite all of Judy’s remedies and countless medicines. When I’d been stabbed in my leg earlier in the year, I felt no pain whatsoever after she’d treated it. Both of the times I’d been stabbed there.
I turned over again, the ache feeling like I was being roasted over a fire. I could quite literally feel the blood leaking through my bandages and onto the bed. Disgusting. I got up and lifted up my shirt to see it in the mirror. The bandage was soaked in my own blood and I gagged. My shirt dropped again and I walked downstairs, quiet as a mouse not wanting to wake up another agent in the dormitories. The door to the infirmary was wide open and I snuck into it to grab dressings for my wound.
“What are you doing, Mav?” A voice came from behind me, drenched in tiredness. “It’s half past 12 you buffoon,” It was Aurielle, easily able to differentiate between her and anyone else based on her sailor’s language.
“What are you doing up this late?” I spat back. “I just can’t sleep because of the pain, you don’t have a reason do you?”
“Well I was hungry. Plus, you said you were fine and it didn’t hurt!” Her reply was true and I automatically flushed an embarrassing shade of red.
“Knew it!”
“Shut up!”
“Nope.”
“This is why I stopped doing missions with you, you treated me like a baby.” I mumbled.
“Cause you are a baby to me.” Aurielle smirked, that damned smile pissing me off.
“I’m 1 month younger than you!”
“One month my butt.”
I glared at her snarky response. She usually cussed like a pirate. I got back to unwrapping my wounds. I felt bile rising up my throat at the sight of the centre of the actual blood.
“Ew.” Her response was flat and lacked emotion, like she was being sarcastic. “I’d swear but Austin bet me $350 I would swear in the next week.”
That explains that. “Can you wrap up my wound?”
“You see, this is why I treat you like a baby, can’t even dress your wounds.” My partner in crime spoke, her tone full of arrogance.
“Just wrap it up, please?” I hated begging, but I could not bear to touch that hideous mark left on my body. She sighed and nodded. A grin spread across my face as I tossed her the bandages. She lifted up my shirt and her eyes widened at the sight of my wound.”See why I won’t wrap it up? I’d wake up Judy dearest but she’s old and needs sleep.”
“Judy is 38.”
“So? Still a good 14 years older than us.” I snickered and got back to holding up my shirt for Aurie. I felt her hands quickly wrap around my torso and chest and then she dropped my shirt.
“Ask Austin to do it next time, he’s got a degree in medicine.” Her voice was filled with disdain as she stood and walked to the kitchen. I followed suit, needing a midnight snack. Grabbing a can of Pringles and sprinting away with them, I only realised how bad of an idea it was when I felt my stomach burst into flames. Well the feeling of flames. For the rest of the journey to my dorm, I hobbled at the speed of a turtle.
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I woke up the next morning to the sound of a fight. Not against our rivals though, nope. To Aurielle and Aston, yes like the car.
“You idiot! That was my chocolate! I have no food left now!”
“Well why didn’t you write your name on them?”
“Cause I already licked it.” I was already downstairs by that point, and the pure look of disgust on that man’s face was hilarious.
“How dare you! You- you disgraceful waste of air!” I snickered at the comment. That posh Englishman bottom could not make insults. Probably had to Google them or something. I walked to the island bench in the kitchen and plonked my own butt down. “Aston, think of something better next time. Or maybe just don’t talk.” Austin sneered at him.
“Oh look at that, wittle Austin needs to protect his big sister.”
“Shut up Aston, I may be one of the youngest here but I still can pack a damned punch!” Aurielle’s brother hissed and punched Aston. I walked away. I did not need early morning drama after the rough night I’d just had. I heard the following aftermath of Austin’s punch, screaming from Aurielle and Giselle. Yuka cackling her head off and Geronimo trying to pull them apart. Chaotic. That is one word to describe Zomji. I lay back down on my bed, ignoring the ache in my stomach. My bedroom door creaked open, revealing a bloodied Austin with a black eye forming.
“Now what did you do?” I sniggered and he snarled. He was usually chill but he was just pissy this morning.
“You should see the car boy, broke his nose I did.” he said calmly. I sighed and got up.
“Get out, I need to change.” I mumbled and he did as asked. Picking clothes that would sit comfortably over my wound was not an easy task. Each shirt sent electrical currents up my body and it was just eugh. I quickly changed and lept out of my window. A dramatic exit for a dramatic man. I landed on the ground with a thunk and made my way down the footpath on the side of the building. A walk would be nice, no one to disturb me.
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