Chapitre 5: There is something wrong.
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"No need. Its just a scratch." I can't stop the tears flowing in my eyes. The blood isn't stopping either no matter what I do. How can it be a scratch when there is a hole on his stomach. Is he not feeling any pain? Is the drug still on his system.
"I...I need to...I..." I couldn't even properly talk. I DON'T KNOW WHAT AM GOING TO DO!
"I'm alright, Tia. We will get out of here. Promise."
"You are not alright! A..."
"---I didn't know you were so afraid of blood that you will cry." Al said. He returned to his usual brigth personality.
"I am not-" Al White is on the matress. His foot was already wrapped up and lying on my lap. For a second, I thought I was outside. Somewhere in the forest with another person. What just happened? I shake my head a bit. It must be the exhaustion taking over.
"I didn't know you would freak out with a small wound like that. You gave us a scare Levins." The black haired beauty was standing crossed arms at the door. She looks more frightened in blood than me. She was just right next to me and Al a moment ago. When she heard that Al was injured she immediately turned her face and runs towards the door. Of course it was Elis who took off and fetched the emergency kit downstairs. I feel so tired already to argue with Sara. She will be too much for me to handle if I will entertain her.
"So why again is he here?" I pushed away Al's feet from my lap. He made a hurt looked but I know better. His wounds are not that deep. But another thought was bothering me. I set aside the thought for a while since a pressing matter arrived at our doorstep. At the floor, is our boss. Mike. Asleep and drunk. How light drinker can he be to be this drunk? I looked at Al who just shrugged his shoulder.
"I didn't know he can't handle that kind of alcohol." That is a lie. He is usually with Mike when they go out for drinks. "He gulped down the bottle by himself the moment he opened it. I was surprised too."
"Then?" I was pertaining to who Elis also didn't want to come closer at the mattress. After giving me the kit and dropping the drunk Mike at the floor in front of us. Like an offering to a predator. She took a hiding on Sara's back. Why is this girl becomes so timid now? She is not working directly under me. But I witness how can she be assertive when needed. Now she looks like a rabbit hiding at Sara's back that is about to be eaten alive by us.
"YOU SAID TO GET HELP! AND HE WAS ALREADY AT THE STAIRS!"
Is something is wrong with this girl. Why so defensive and why shout? I just want to know why bring a drunk guy when I ask to get help from others. It will be more logical to ask for a staff or others that are obviously not drunk dead!
I glanced at Al's foot. His black socks is clearly wet with something. It is not obvious but I knew immediately it was blood by smell. That is why I asked Sara to get help. I thought that his feet was bleeding badly because of the glass shards. The smell was pretty heavy to be a scratch too. We wouldn't need any help for that but. Why are these people acting weirdly all of a sudden.
I didn't pushed the topic anymore I felt that I must not. This is just because of the exhaustion. So instead I focused on the broken window. It became apparent that this room couldn't be used in this weather. I must go to the staff myself and asked them for another room or fixed the window at least.
"I'm going downstairs. I'll ask the staff if they still have a room for us." I grabbed the emergency kit and stands up. I want to get out of the room already. There is too much smell here inspite of the cold wind coming in from the broken window.
Sara blocked the door. "Don't waste your time. Didn't you hear earlier she said that there are no rooms available since we have a large group and there are other guest too."
"So are you saying we should stay here and die from cold? Are you not the one who is mad a second ago at me for breaking the FREAKING WINDOW!?"
"I-I was just saying! No need to be angry?" Me angry? You bet I am. Are you not tired Sara? I sighed. No use arguing with her. I'll just waste my energy.
"So what do you suggest we do then?"
"Steyy...in mah room."
"Stay in my room."
Both Al and Mike answered. The latter woke up from our argument, scratched his head and slapped his face twice. "He's room or my room which one do you prefer?" Al looked at me as if I was the only one who has to decide.
I understand why Mike suggested it but. Since he is the boss they usually get him the big room. But Al too?
As if reading my mind. "I was the one book this place." He said smiling.
I tried so hard not to knock him out. Of course. Al would choose a place so far from civilization just so he can hike for a bit. I actually noticed it from sometime now that Al White looks like a straight-laced guy but actually hides a sly personality. Again, as if he knew what I was thinking his smile grew larger.
"So, the drunk boss or the injured?"
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