Dying For You

Chapter 4

My mother? What does that mean? I yawn as I continue to look at her. She starts writing again.

'Do you know where you are?'

"Not specifically. When can I go back to my space?" I ask. She makes a face and then starts writing again.

'You're not going back there. You're in the Dark Moon pack. Our warriors infiltrated a hunter's facility, where they found you passed out. Your father, the man just in here, recognized you and carried you to the pack hospital. We are so glad we found you, and you are back.'

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A hand nudges my knee lightly, so lightly I almost don't feel it. I open my eyes to see the woman standing over me again, showing me both of her empty hands. I pull my knees closer to my chest, unsure of what she might want. She waves for me to stand up. I look at her skeptically, but she motions for me to stand. I kick my right leg at her, trying to knock her down. Just leave me alone! She easily dodges my kick and puts her hand on her hips, scowling at me. She waves for me to stand up again.

I reluctantly make my way to my feet. She walks out of the door and into the bigger room before motioning for me to follow her again. I don't like this. What is she planning? I hesitantly take a few steps closer to the door and watch for anyone to jump out and attack me. Nobody does. The woman motions for me to follow her more, even taking a few more steps giving me room to walk. I nervously enter the room, and she starts walking again. She's headed towards the other room, which has a bunch of weird things I've never seen before. She opens the door and steps inside, trying to get me to follow her.

I look around, trying to figure out where people will attack me from, but I don't see anyone. I follow the woman into the other room. "What do you want from me?" I ask.

She picks up something to write on and starts writing fast.

'I thought you might want to use the toilet and take a bath to get clean. I've labeled everything in here for its uses. Would you like some help to bathe?'

"Bath?" I question. She points to a large tub filled with water. She wants me to get in that? To do what, drown me? No, thank you. She starts writing again.

'Yes, to get clean. I'll leave you alone if you want, but your wounds must be cleaned.'

She lets me read it and slowly leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. I watch for a moment, expecting someone to jump out. This doesn't make sense to me. Eventually, curiosity gets the best of me, and I start looking around. I look at the thing closest to me, a small bowl with something over it. I start messing around and seeing what happens. I turn something, and water starts flowing and disappearing. I look at the paper next to it: 'Sink. To wash your hands using soap.' The other two things nearby both have small labels on them as well. 'Soap. To clean your hands.' 'Faucet. Hot and cold water to clean the soap off your hands.' I turn on the water, get my hands wet, and then put soap on them. This soap smells nice. I wash the soap off my hands and then rub my fingers together. That's nice; they don't feel sticky anymore and smell nice.

I continue to look around the room and read the other labels on things. I found a lot of interesting things like 'toilet,' 'shower,' 'shampoo,' 'conditioner,' 'bathtub,' 'lotion,' body wash,' and a 'bath bomb,' but I don't think I'm going to use that. I don't like bombs because they hurt. Everything was labeled with instructions on how to use it, which was helpful. I've never heard of any of this stuff.

So far, the woman has kept her word and left me alone in here. I want to get some of the dirt off me; now that my hands are clean, I want to get the rest of me clean. I never noticed how dirty I felt.

I take my shirt off and get into the tub of warm water. My body instantly relaxes as I get comfortable. This is nice.

I use all the soaps I can find, and now I smell like the color pink somehow. I don't understand it, but that's all I know to describe this smell is- it smells like the color pink. I sit back and relax until the water turns cold. Then I get out and grab something labeled 'towel-for drying off.' I dry off and then put my shirt back on. Then I walk out of the room to go back to my spot.

I stop in my tracks when I see the woman standing in the room waiting for me. What does she want? She waves at me for a moment and then points to what she has written.

'I got you a sweatshirt and sweatpants to wear.'

She points to a small pile of clothes. I take the clothes into the room with the tub and quickly change. These are nice. They're so thick and warm. These are great! I walk back to the room with the woman to see her still waiting.

'Come sit down over here. I brought you food.'

She points down at the large square in the furniture. I look to see another plate of food. I sit down and start digging in, eating as much as I can as fast as I can. The woman writes as I eat. Once I'm done, she shows it to me.

'This is your bedroom. You are sitting on your bed; you can sleep in it to get better sleep. I'll leave you alone to rest, but I'll come to get you for the next meal.'

I nod once I'm done reading. She takes the empty place and leaves the room. I look around. This is a soft bed, but it's too exposed. Anyone could attack. I get up and go back to my spot and sit down in the corner, watching the door. Before long, my eyes close on their own. I'm exhausted.