Chapter 8
I was able to stitch the wound carefully without him waking up, but it was when I lit the candle that his eyes shot open and he jolted from the sound. His fear of fire was still strong, and it was a different method of helping the close the wound. Their kind would heat some type of metal and then weld the wound shut, but what I was doing, was allowing the dripping wax to dry onto the stitches. It worked for me plenty of time, as long as he didn't move for a few hours.
"Keep that fire away from me." he growled, keeping his breath in as I st the car candle down. The wax had to melt some before I could use it.
"It's to help close your wound. I'm only going to use the wax, nothing else." I assured. He let go of his held breath and sat up into a more comfortable position. I let go of my uneasiness as I sat on my knees in front of him.
"It's raining," he sighed. I looked over my should to look out of the cracked windows to see the grey sky let thick droplets of water hit anything in its path on the way down. The smell of mud filled the room with the feeling of dehydration finally taking me over. I stood and cupped my hands oi of the window to fill them with the quick water, then drank what I could. Kybe's kind didn't drink water, since it didn't go well with their digestive system.
"Sometimes, I wish I could be human like you, then maybe you would trust me a bit more." he mumbled behind me. I sighed and took my place in front of him again before I spoke.
"I really don't trust anyone, no matter who they are. I guess I could trust your kind more than mine now in days."
"But I still feel the uneasiness coming from you. Please, I really do want you to trust me." He leaned in closer to me. The space between us grew smaller, but I wasn't sure if he knew what he was doing. He stopped leaning, fortunately, and sighed. He stared into my eyes with such determination, it was almost assuring. Trusting him could be the biggest mistake, but it could also save my life.
"I guess I have no choice when you look at me like that." I said. I quickly grabbed the candle and poured the wax on his wound. He writhed in pain as he leaned his head back against the wall. The wax dried quickly, and I blew the cancel out to reveal the darkness surrounding us. The sky was a darker shade of grey now.
I sat beside him, holding my knees in my arms close to my chest. He seemed to have fallen back asleep, but his head heavily fell on my shoulder. The scent of him filled the air around me. He smelled different from the others. He smelled more human, not like blood. It was comforting, but also frightening. What if really was captured by the humans? Could they have experimented on him and used him to do their bidding? If that is the case, then I have no choice but to free him. There has to be a way to help him be free. I know how it feels to be a puppet.
