Phantom by Retifer M. (debian ebook reader .txt) đ
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She looks⊠really upset.
I involuntarily jerk my leg, barely actually feeling the movement. Itâs like my brain and body are disconnected. I hiss, and hold my breath as the light, buzzing, numbness in my thigh and hip turn to burning. The rest of that leg stays numb.
I peek out of one squinted eye. I can only see Sam, the ceiling beyond her hidden in darkness. Sheâs trying to talk to me but I canât hear anything beyond my own wheezing breaths. I swallow, trying not to gag at the taste of vomit and ectoplasm lingering on my tongue.
âLook at me.â Sam orders, cracking voice fading into clarity. âStay- stay awake- please.â
I canât stay awake though, and she scrambles for something to say when I start to drift off. I hear her saying things, but itâs like sheâs speaking an entirely different language. She brushes the back of her hand across her cheek and that grabs my attention. Is Sam⊠crying?
I look up at her, a little confused. I strain to hear what sheâs trying to say to me and almost donât hear it when she mumbles, âDonât pass out, itâs almost off, just- please, please donât die- I swear to god-â
Whatâs off? Donât die?
I must be messed up âcause all of a sudden the thought of death doesnât exactly hold as much weight as it should. Instead I feel a prickle of relief that I wonât have to deal with the aftermath- healing and getting in trouble and worrying about Jazz trying to psychoanalyze me afterwards.
Iâm tired, and my chest hurts, and my brain supplies me with the word âparalyzedâ when I wonder why I canât feel my leg. The world takes on a surreal, dream vibe and I let my eyes drift closed.
âIf you donât start talking to me IâllâŠâ Sam sounds lost, unsure, but then I feel her sit up straighter beside me. âIf you donât talk right now Iâm going up to your room and smashing all of your stupid model rockets.â
The words âSmashingâ and âStupid model rocketsâ gets my eyes open.
âWhaah-? No-â I reach out intending to grab her arm, but it ends up just flopping onto the floor beside her. I try to tell her to lay off my rockets- I built those from scratch- but it just comes out as a bunch of unintelligible noises, with a no thrown in.
Even though she probably didnât understand a majority of what I tried to say, Sam seems satisfied that Iâm not dead yet. I gasp sharply when I hear a tearing noise and cold air hits my leg, the contrasting temperatures only making the burning more prominent; like accidentally touching a hot pan.
I try to look around but she holds my face, forcing me to stay staring up at the ceiling. I can hear Tucker saying stuff. He sounds freaked out.
I have to deliberately keep my eyelids open to look up at Sam. âWha-z âppeninâ?â I blurt out. My tongue feels awkward in my mouth.
âN-nothing, itâs fine.â Samâs eyes flit towards the noise, then she leans in close, pointedly looking at my face. She whispers, âItâs fine, itâs fine-â
I get the feeling she isnât saying that for me. I let my cheek press against the concrete, let their voices become background noise again. Just focus on my head.
FallingâDanny?â
My cheek is press against the concrete, their voices background noise.
âDanny.â Not a question. Theyâve stopped cleaning my hair off at some point; I donât know when. Everything is calmer now; I can feel it in the air. Everything is clear and cool. The pain is⊠itâs less than it was, only a dull thrumming now.
âDanny, please get up. We need to get all of this off of you.â
I crack an eye open and look up at Sam, but donât lift my head. I offhandedly wonder if she trashed my stuff like she said she would, or if maybe that was a part of a dream. She takes an uneven breath.
âCan you get up?â
Can I get up? Holy crow, I can barely open my eyes and youâre asking me to stand? On my feet? Which I canât currently even feel? How can I stand on something I cannot feel? And I donât know if itâs real or a part of a waking dream but I think Iâm shaking really bad; too unsteady to stand, too tired.
âWe need to bring you upstairs. Weâre wasting towels trying to get this stuff off you and thereâs no light down here and⊠We just- we need to get you upstairs, okay?â
I make an unintelligible noise that they wrongly take as an âalrightâ. They pull me into a sitting position. My vision disappears for a second and when it comes back theyâre standing me up somehow, chatting idly about whether or not FentonWorksâs water heater is electric or not.
The pain is now only at the level of a bad migraine with a small spike every few seconds so I go along with their plan to get me into the shower or whatever. I can feel the ectoplasm hardening in my hair and that isnât something I want to happen; I have no idea how hard it is to get out.
Iâm being sat down at the kitchen table all of a sudden. Ignoring the fact that it appears theyâve teleported me, I lean heavily half on the table and half on Tucker, with my leg bent weirdly under the chair and hands splayed on the table so that I donât fall over.
I feel Sam comb through my hair with a hot wet cloth that smells like dish soap. Their conversation is muffled, but that doesnât matter right now.
I barely register being helped over to the couch, only really acknowledging the fact once Iâm relaxing into the all too wonderful fluffy goodness of the big comforters I forgot Iâd brought down, at least one of which has to be filled with like, angel feathers and rose petals.
That concrete has nothing on this.
Tuck and Sam argue over something. Not sure what, though it might be about me. Tucker is pulling out all of his tech, Sam is running around the house. The sun is setting outside, or Iâm passing out, but Iâm sure itâs just the former. But that makes no sense; we couldnât have been in the lab for more than half an hour. I had blanked out at some point, but it⊠it couldnât have been for that long.
Tucker appears, kneels in front of me on the floor and says something quietly.
âHm?â I hum.
He jumps slightly, as if he thought I wasnât entirely conscious too. âUh, the powerâs outâŠâ
I look up at him and then around the room. Ah, no wonder itâs dark then; all of the lights are off.
âThe phones are out, none of my stuff works, itâs getting dark out- we donât know what to do.â He takes a shakey breath. âI-Iâm sorry, man. I didnât think- I didnât know that would happen.â
I chew the inside of my lip at the sound of his voice cracking.
âThe portal mustâve-â He sighs. âIâll explain later; you look like youâre kind of out of it andâŠâ
I close my eyes when he doesnât finish. I feel something come close to my face so suddenly that I wouldâve flinched if I had the energy. Tuckerâs fingers brush my nose but slowly pull away when I exhale. I canât begin to imagine the crap Iâm putting them through right now if Tucker just seriously checked to see if Iâm-
I canât really finish that thought.
He pulls a blanket over me as Sam storms into the room; I donât need to see to tell that much. Sheâs still wearing her steel-toed combat boots and those are not easy to miss, delirious or no.
âEverythingâs down and thereâs noth- Tucker what the hell are we gonna-â
âI-I dunno.â
âI donât know shit about how to deal with this-â
âI donât either- I think we just need to calm down.â
âHow do we keep calm when Danny just-â
Theyâre so quiet I think I mustâve blacked out again. I open an eye to check, surprised to find it watering and slightly crusty. Crying? No, itâs too cold, and⊠green? I rub my eyes with a hand which gets their attention.
âDanny, are you okay?â I hear Sam ask. âI mean, okay enough to walk somewhere?â
âTâa âspital?â I slur.
Iâm not sure they understand me until she replies. âYeah, can you get up?â
I groan, mutter nonsense, and try to push myself up. Sam helps me sit and I let her hold me up. She lets go when I nod and I lean into the couch heavily. I rub my eyes again, feeling flakes come off on my hands.
âMaybe not then⊠Here,â I feel Sam prod my hand. Sheâs talking to me in that voice she uses on stray animals.
I stop long enough to see her holding out a tissue, process what Iâm seeing, and then take it. I continue halfheartedly scrubbing down my face, picking the crusty gross stuff out of the corners of my eyes and eyelashes, even some that had been on the sides of my face and cheeks from when I was lying down.
I look down at the tissue, covered in green-yellow goop. Wonderful. There mustâve been ectoplasm literally in my eyes. Sam takes another tissue from the box and holds my face forwards, scraping off the spots Iâd missed.
âYou gave me a heart attack.â She says as she scrubs at my cheek. I never thought Iâd see Sam like this- in fact it had never even occurred to me that I might ever see her like this. It feels weird.
âMmm.â
âIâm serious. Do⊠do you even know what happened?â When I donât reply she sighs. âDanny.â She looks me straight in the eyes and I notice the marks on her face, like her make-up was running.
Oh. It was, âcause she was crying. That I remember.
âYou looked- you looked like a ghost- IâŠâ Her eyes flick away for a second. âI think it was just some kind of side effect from falling in that stuff, but I swear to god-â
She clears her throat and I wait.
âI thought you were dead, Danny.â She leans back on the table and looks at me. âYou⊠you took ten years off my life when that stupid gate fell.â
âIh-tâwas mm-melted?â
âYeah, I noticed.â She says and despite the sarcasm I can tell sheâs afraid.
âEâm fine, Sam.â
âIâm scared youâre- youâre not fine!â When I try to give her a mock exasperated look, she makes a hissing noise in her throat. âDanny, we have no way of getting you to the hospital. I donât know if youâre gonna die from that stuff or even what it did to you before when you⊠and your leg-â
I squint my
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