ABL 28: What Can I Say…?

“Malakhi, go fetch my medical bag in her room, hurry,” Anin yelled, and Malakhi dashed away.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, and I felt like I was being pulled in and out of my body. I didn’t mind Anin’s touch; it was gentler than Malakhi's, which felt like it burnt me; however, it brought no relief to my aching body. I tried to form sentences, but I could only deliver incoherent stutters.

“It’s cold,” I whispered despite feeling insanely hot at the same time. “It hurts,” I choked out as my tears rolled down endlessly down my face.

I lay on my side, trying to find warmth from my body, but all I felt was pure pain shooting through my body.

“Shh, don’t talk. I’m here with you, sweetheart,” Anin mumbled softly as she rocked me; she repeatedly wiped my tears, but no matter how many times she wiped, I kept crying. It felt like torture. What the hell is going on?

I drifted in and out of sleep. I could hear Anin and Malakhi talking in the distance; I didn't know what they were say