I struggle my eyes, drench in slime, I peer at my hands, my clothing comes into view, “Ew, what the heck?”
“Issabella,” My vision slowly lands on Barren, “How are you feeling?” I don’t know… “Like s**t,” He scratches his messy black hair, “W-where are we?”
His smile looks fade, tired, and thin, “I found a cottage far from there, I had to drive for days to get their scent off us. Do you know how long you have been out?”
“No,” “Three days, I don’t know if that thing did something to you, or what happened,” His eyes droop at me. Did I go into a coma? What the heck?
“But you are okay now, right?” I still don’t know, I just wish I can clean this crap off me, “I just need to know you are okay Bell,”
It feels like I’m looking through him, I can’t concentrate with this crap on me, I’m covered
