Oh boy, I’m at it again. (previous)
Mitchell came to in a rather uncomfortable position. After the initial trouble getting his eyes to open, he saw he was being carried by Andrea, piggyback style. It took him some time before he had mustered the energy to utter a question. ‘Huh?’
‘Stay put.’ Andrea replied, as if he had a choice. ‘I’m taking you home.’
Home. Yeah. That sounded good.
It wasn’t until a day later that Mitchell awoke again. It was violent knocking on the door that broke his long slumber. ‘Hey Mitch, ya still sleeping?’ He didn’t reply, instead just rolled over. Fuck! That hurt. He wasn’t about to try laying on that side of his face again anytime soon.
On the other side of his room’s door Andrea could be heard leaning against it, and slumping down to sit on the floor soon after. ‘I’ll be here for a bit, take your time.’ she sighed. ‘Won’t be long before you start rotting though!’ The joke felt rather empty, especially since it seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Mitchell pushed the blankets off him and sat up. His skin had a slightly rougher texture. He looked at his hands. They didn’t look much better, and the tips of the fingers on his right hand looked like they had some serious burn marks. The stinging pain from earlier indicated his face would no longer be the prettiest either.
‘I’m…’ He coughed a little. Stared at the foot of his bed. ‘I’m here.’
Drumming on the wood as Andrea excitedly stood up. ‘Mitch! I’m coming…’ Her cheerfulness dropped again. ‘Can I come in?’
That’s all for now folks. (next)