Chapitre 6: The marks
"Damn, its talons barely scratched you."
I raised my head and saw Sasha bending towards me, watching my skin. I couldn't help but frown at the comment.
"What are you talking about? There are no claw marks here. See, it is only some smooth skin."
To prove my point, I grabbed her forearm and pushed her hand towards the area. She quickly released herself from my grip like she was afraid to hurt me.
"Are you kidding, Mel? There are fading cuts over your chests that matches the shape done by taloned paws." She cocked her head and observed me as if to determine whether I was joking or not. Her right hand pointed out two areas. No matter how much I stared, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"You are lucky that these are not too deep unlike mine. The doctor even had to do some stiches on me."
I lifted my head up when she spoke again. To prove her statement, she pulled up her gown and peeled off partly one bandage. I tried to see anything unusual on her, but there was nothing. No sores or stiches were on her skin. Was something wrong with me or was Saz imagining things?! Maybe it was some lame joke?
"Haha, Saz, you are funny. There is absolutely nothing there." I attempted a laugh, but stopped when I saw her serious expression. She seemed concerned and touched my forehead with her underarm.
"Hm, you do not feel hot, so we can exclude fever." She dropped her arm. "Do you have a headache? Do you feel funny? Have you hit your -"
"Stop it, Saz. I am fine." I interrupted her.
"You obvioulsy are not fine." Sasha streched and grabbed a tiny white square-shaped item with a red button. She pressed on it and I soon realised it was used to call for help. A male nurse knocked first, giving me valuable time to put my cloth on, before unlocking the door.
"Hey, I see you pressed the button. Is there something wrong?" He asked when entering the room.
"No" I said while Sasha exclaimed "Yes".
The poor nurse must have been confused by our polar answers. I attempted to explain, but Sasha was quicker.
"Yes, could you please call for Dr. Andersson? I think my friend has some issues with her brain, although not everyone of them started recently."
"Excuse me! Are you indirectly calling me stupid, Saz?" I felt offended by her remark.
"Oops!" She put her hand over her mouth and grinned. "Sorry, but now that the cat is out of the bag I have to admit that your intellect has always been somewhat lacking. I have never pointed it out before in case I would hurt your feelings, but now..." Her shoulders moved up and down while I narrowed my eyes and glared at her.
"You are so dead!" I moved towards her and tried to tickle her again, but she was prepared this time. Before I could reach her waist, she had quickly jumped out of the bed and put a large distance between us.
"Ehm, ladies." The nurse called out. "Try not to stress your bodies too much."
"Of course not." Sasha replied and jerked her head lightly in my direction while smirking at me. I shaped a V with my fingers and let them slowly approach my eyes. Then I pointed with my indexfinger at my jerk of a friend. "We really need Dr. Andersson's help. Could you get him, please?"
"Sure. As long as you two don't kill each other at the meantime." He began to leave us.
"We won't." She exclaimed.
"No guarantee from me." I interjected while staring intently at my prey.
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