ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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Joe felt the water brush his lips, and thankfully they knew what to do to pull the liquid in. One swallow. Two swallows. The sandpaper of his mouth and throat began to clear. He took it slow, fighting the urge to suck it down fast, knowing it would just go back up and make things worse. The water was warm, good, he could start to think, because warm water absorbs faster, cold water just sits like a rock in your stomach.
That was the extent of his thoughts. There was little else there.
Except someone was calling him a lunkhead.
His eyes flickered open, and there hovering over him was Lily. As soon as he was able to, he smiled.
There was a fuzz in his mind. Heat exhaustion he guessed. Fuzz and confusion, but for some reason he grasped the medical condition he was in.
Maybe that’s what it means to be a lunkhead.
“Lily,” he breathed. The smile so strong on his face. “I found you. You are alright.”
He put his hand over hers holding the shell with the water. Witth their combined touch he took another slow drink.
Joe’s breath was labored, but returning. His skin dry, but starting to want to sweat again. His eyes red, but they tried not to leave hers.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done those things to you. You deserve … you didn’t deserve that.”
He took another sip of water.
“I know that’s why you ran away. Because I forced you to.”
Joe rolled his head to the side, feeling the need to rest and sleep once more.
“I was so scared … during the storm … I sent you out in that. You don’t deserve to be … not treated like that …”
He tired to focus. “Like a princess, you should.”
He took another swig of water, and smiled. Happy he found her. Happy she was okay. Happy.
That was the extent of his thoughts. There was little else there.
Except someone was calling him a lunkhead.
His eyes flickered open, and there hovering over him was Lily. As soon as he was able to, he smiled.
There was a fuzz in his mind. Heat exhaustion he guessed. Fuzz and confusion, but for some reason he grasped the medical condition he was in.
Maybe that’s what it means to be a lunkhead.
“Lily,” he breathed. The smile so strong on his face. “I found you. You are alright.”
He put his hand over hers holding the shell with the water. Witth their combined touch he took another slow drink.
Joe’s breath was labored, but returning. His skin dry, but starting to want to sweat again. His eyes red, but they tried not to leave hers.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done those things to you. You deserve … you didn’t deserve that.”
He took another sip of water.
“I know that’s why you ran away. Because I forced you to.”
Joe rolled his head to the side, feeling the need to rest and sleep once more.
“I was so scared … during the storm … I sent you out in that. You don’t deserve to be … not treated like that …”
He tired to focus. “Like a princess, you should.”
He took another swig of water, and smiled. Happy he found her. Happy she was okay. Happy.