CODED

Four.

-Chapter 4-

CODE CAMP

Me and Ronan talked a little bit on our way back to the code camp, as they like to call it. While we walked I was usually looking around at everyone else memorizing faces and asking Ronan what their names were. This went on for a while until I saw Bruno talking with a tall guy with very odd green hair, who was glaring at me, I stopped looking around after that. After about a mile of walking Ronan went to talk to the leader for something, and I kept thinking about life before this and it hit me like a sack of bricks, I was having a panic attack. My vision was blurring, my skinny legs couldn't hold my weight, it felt like I had gained a hundred pounds, I felt like throwing up. I had walked 3 more steps before I fell to my knees and collapsed onto the soft ground, I heard several gasps, shouts, and felt a pair of strong hands shaking me before I blacked out.

...

I woke up in a sunshine filled room refreshed and clean. I heard a small knock on the door and it cracked open a little, and a older woman's head peaked through, she had blonde hair with gray streaks all through it, and hazel eyes. She was carrying a wooden tray with rice, beans, and water. I smiled at the girl a little bit and she smiled back, something in her eyes made me like her.

"How do you feel?" She said with a hint of joy in her tone.

"Better." I sighed with relief.

"Good" her smile grew wider, as she set the trap on my lap.

I looked at the food, then at her, and she nodded. I dove into the food noticing how hungry I was and I paused.

"Um," I swallowed and cleared my throat "how long was I out?"

"Oh just a couple hours." She smiled again.

"That's good, usually I'm out all day." I said

"What do you mean by 'usually'?" The woman who by now I thought was a nurse asked nervously.

"Oh, it was a panic attack, I usually get those when I think about stressful things..." My voice wandered off.

"Well..." She scratched the back of her neck almost as if wondering what I said meant.

I broke the silence again

"how is Ronan?"

"Oh Ronan, he is such a sweetheart" she didn't say it with a romantic tone in her voice instead it sounded almost motherly. "He was so scared something happened to you, he came running down here to get you to me." She paused again looking around.

"If you ask me, I think he has a thing for you."

A deep crimson blush spread across my cheeks and her face lit up with joy.

"Oh! I knew it!" She giggled.

I laughed before asking "what is your name?"

Her face softened into a warm smile

"my name is Flora, Flora Lawrence."

A noise came from outside the room and Flora stood up to see what it was. She stepped outside the room and I heard small whispers and a sigh of ease.

When Flora walked back in she wasn't alone, Ronan came in too. When Ronan reached the bed he kneeled down with the same amazement in his eyes but a stern look on his face. I furrowed my eye brows.

"What's wrong, Ronan?" I said meekly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong!?" The amazement in his blue eyes hardened into cold fury. "You could have died Evette!"

"Ronan!" I shouted. "I'm fine. It's normal for me. I get them at least 3 times a week, I can handle it."

Flora quickly walked out and shut the door behind her.

He ignored what I said and kept shouting. "What was that Evette? You were lively and strong one moment and the next you lay limply on the ground?"

I started to get angry with him

"it was a panic attack." I said through clenched teeth. "If you freak out this much over a panic attack I sure hope You don't find out about my night terror problem anytime soon..." I murmured.

His face dropped noticing that he hurt me. "Sorry..." He cleared his throat again "I just thought you would be dead."

I think he was going to say something else but before he could my tattoo started glowing blue and it spread down to my finger tips. I started to panic again.

"Wha- what is this?!" My voice was shaking

Ronan said nothing just staring at me in complete awe, again.

"Ronan!" I snapped my fingers. "Hey! What is this?!"

He snapped out of it and whispered "your tattoo is finished."