Chapter 47 - Blurred

The world seemed murky. Everything was so strange. The air was heavy. Shadows moved in the distance. A gurgle. Dull blows.

She was startled, stumbling, staggering and then kinking. She dropped to her hands and knees. Her hands were bloodied. Her chest tightened with each breath. Cold overturned her.

A whining that gave way to a faint moan. Repeated dull blows, like a brutal rhythm. She pressed her hands to her ears.

Gasp. A stifled cry. She winced. Hard hit something on the ground.

She heard a sob. Whimper. Everything in the distance and yet so close.

Her face was wet.

Steps. Slowly. Hesitantly

Feet stopped right next to her. Someone leaned close to her.

A man. Black hair. Silver eyes. Glittering.

She looked at him ... looked at him ...

But he was so strangely far away. As if she did not really see him. Somehow blurry.

Someone whimpered, gasped, coughed, sobbed ...

"Shh ..., love. Sch. Everything is fine. "A gentle voice. Deep. Rough "Everything is fine." His touch was warm. Tender. She just looked at him, watching and just sitting there. Quiet. She watched him taking her arm, gently put it around his neck. He picked her up.

She let it happen. Apathetic. Weak-willed.

Her head fell back. Heavy. Met strong shoulders. A familiar smell rose in her nose. A slight warmth came back. She felt secure. Safe.

She was carried. Firm arms held her. Footsteps echoed. Hastily. Heavy. Bright light, burning in her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes.

A door slammed.

Cold leather. Soft. She is deposed on it. Carefully.

Voices. Whisper. Silent, horrified and strange.

"Get me a blanket! The rest, out!" A dark command. She winces. Again, steps. A door fell gently into the lock. Someone sits down next to her. A hand stroked her hair. She heard herself panting.

"Calm down, love. You're safe here." The voice is soft, like a soft melody. An arm wrapped around her shoulders. He gently pulled her into an embrace. A scent, like a fresh sea breeze.

She whimpered. "Everything is fine. Nobody will hurt you. Everything is fine." The voice is soft, familiar as a lullaby. Far away...

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A shadow was over her. She heard voices in the background. Quiet, only whispering. Footsteps moving away. A door fell into the lock. Barely audible.

Suddenly! A hand on her shoulder. Cool. She winced, teared open her eyes. Everything was blurry.

"Everything is fine. I'm won't hurt you. You're safe." A voice. Gently. Friendly. Her eyes became clearer. A stranger sat next to her. He was young. Red hair. Dove-blue eyes. A gentle smile.

"I am Noa. Your doctor. May I examine you?" A doctor? "Come over. I'll help you lie down more comfortably. What do you think of that?" His hand moved gently under her head. She lay on a soft pillow. On the edge of a huge bed. A familiar room. How? She did not know. Everything spinning around her.

She felt dizzy and sick. Her body was heavy. Pain. With every movement.

A second hand moved helpfully under her shoulder. Pulled, gently. She let it happen and let her body slipped lower. She whimpered. Pain made her flinch. Breathing was difficult. Every breath was a gasp.

"Relax yourself. Nothing will happen. Everything is fine now. Let me see where you're hurt. "

Careful touches. Gently. Cool. Examination.

The hand gently raised her arm. Examinated. She hissed. Pain. Her hand was put back on the soft mattress. He raised her other arm. Gently.

Everything around her was so strangely cloudy, blurry and dull. Her songs were heavy. She closed her eyes.

"How bad is it?" Another voice. Concerned. Serious. It was very familiar to her.

"As far as I can tell, only hematomas and scratches. The worst thing is her right wrist. It is sprained or broken. You have to bring her to my doctor's office tomorrow. I have to X-ray her and take an ultrasound scan to make an accurate diagnosis. Everything else is external. But she is in shock." Words that did not seem to be directed towards her.

A dull growl. "That bastard!"

"She needs rest now. I do not want to touch her more often than is needed. Not in this condition, she is too disturbed. She needs sleep now. "

Silence.

"I'll give her a sedative. She needs rest. "

Rustle. Crackle. A hand on her arm. She felt light touches. Examining. Carefully.

"Don't be scared. It will peck shortly." A stitch. A stabbing pain in her arm. She flinched, whimpered, hissed. She opened her eyes. A kind smile in the face of strangers. "You were brave, everything is fine now." Then silence again. Her eyelids became heavier.

Quiet. Everything seemed so far away. To drift away from her.

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