Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 37 - Morality Fail, Not Personality Disorder (Faith POV) Pt.1

Chapter 37 – Morality Fail, Not Personality Disorder (Faith POV) Pt.1

I was floating. No not floating. Being carried by Samson, my head against his chest, just listening to his heartbeat. Ignoring his questions, as well as Trevor's. I couldn't understand what Cynthia thought she was doing? Coming at me, crying, with her hands stretched out as though, she hadn't left me when she escaped. I couldn't remember everything, nor did I have perfect recall for that time, but I surely remembered being left.

The silence in the car was suffocating, killing me slowly while sadness rolled down my face for one reason only – the pain in my wrist, the throbbing that I could seem to feel everywhere. "Faith... sweetheart?" Trevor spoke, he was sitting in the back seat with Samson and me.

"I – I know you don't want to talk and that you're in a relatively good amount of pain, but – have you ever tried healing yourself?" the only question that pulled me from my thoughts.

"I ask because, we aren't sure what you're mixed with, but if you're part shifter, despite that being unknown, there is a chance that you can heal yourself..." heal myself? After all, my injuries and he was only now asking that? "Have you tried doing that? Trying to trigger healing – all you would have to do is... well its different for everyone but think of the pain, and just think of it healing."

Think of healing and that will trigger it? That didn't seem like it would work.

Nonetheless, tears impossible to keep away, I close my eyes thinking of healing, instead of the throbbing pricks and feel of my skin tightening and stretching. Unsure of what it would feel like, I was anticipating indescribable pain because I doubt that breaking was painful and healing wasn't. But after I don't know how long, I sighed when the pain remained, inching closer to stomach turning unease. "Thank you for trying," Trevor murmured.

We hadn't been driving very long when I felt the car stop, but I was unwilling to remove my head from its spot, just feeling like the tiniest bit of movement would make the throb worse.

A cool breeze hits me, sending me into a swirl of shivers that forced me to do what I knew would make the pain worse. Within a few minutes, the breeze hits once again. "I stopped to get you something for the pain," Trevor murmured the car moving, and I realized that we only stopped at his house.

"Faith, I'm going to numb your wrist area, you'll feel a pinch," again I remained silent, feeling as though I was sinking deeper into my mind, protecting myself by hiding where no one could reach me, the world outside complete fog.

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I was floating again, though I couldn't register pain either, and it was growing difficult to focus on hiding away. The ride shifted, and it was the end of my control as I felt a sturdy surface below me, but bile rose swiftly, determined to be expelled. Blinking someone held a silver object underneath my mouth as I heaved.

When there was nothing left to come up, my eyes burning, I tried to focus on the person holding my mess and noted that it was Kalenah's mother, while to my left Samson held my hand. "You're back?" he questioned worriedly, brows pushed together. Looking like the picture of Kalenah at that moment.

Understanding his question but still not wanting to reply verbally I nodded, but he wasn't convinced.

"Okay Radiology is ready for you Faith," Trevor said as soon as he entered the room.

"You don't have to get up, I'll push you there," he smiled, but I couldn't return it.

"I'll bring her right back Samson," Trevor said when he hadn't released my hand in his, "I'll wait here," he told me, ignoring his uncle's words.