Finding Bread [Nightbird] [Finished Thead]

Taking a deep breath, a make the movements as fast as I can. I break a piece of bread of and shove it through his mouth, not down his throat, but in his mouth. Then I lay back on the ground and close my eyes. That hurt so much. I could just pass out right here from the pain. A long moan escapes my lips and I feel heavier. I open my eyes but everything is black. Black! "huh?" I mutter, and blink. I shut my eyes, then open them again. What is happening? Why can't I see? Was it from being thrown down? Nonono, I have to see! I start breathing really fast, gaining a panick attack.

Covering my eyes with the palms of my hands I ignore the pain. "I can't see anything!" I shout a little too loudly, I'm just panicking really badly. "Nothing nothing nothing! It's all black! Black black black!" I rub my eyes and open them again, only to panick more when I still don't see anything. I start shaking really hard, and almost feel like passing out.

"You two still?!" I hear, and shake harder. "Hey! Where'd you get that bread!" I hear again, and the sounds of a peacekeeper crunching over to Othal. No! He wouldn't dare! Othal can barely move! It must be obvious Othal needs that bread far more then he ever will. "Y-y-y-" I say, but can't manage anything. I'm too scared. Too, too, scared. I shake my head and a wave of aching rushes throughmy body. "Did you steal it?" I hear, the deep voice seeming to make my body shudder. "Well?" He asks, and I grit my teeth. "No. S-Someone ga-ve it t-to us." I stutter.

Next thing I know I'm being picked up. Picked up?! What the bananas?! Twisting my body, he grips me tightly and I yell out in pain. "Your hurting me!" I yell, and he laughs. How does this go though? He doesn't take me anywhere, he just drops me again, and with a thud I'm on the ground again, my body twisting in a bad way. I faintly hear him run off, who knows where. Why would he come back just for that?! I moan loudly, my leg hurts, so, much. It feels like it's broken, and it could be. It's definently twisted funny. I start crying, because of the hopeless situationOthal and I are in.

It takes a while, but some time or another I stop crying. aybe not seeing is a good thing, then I can't panic over my leg, although it still hurts like nuts. It feels very warm, and it's throbbing a lot. I can't move it, period. It just, won't move. I'm getting a headache, goodness. Oh goodness, goodness, goodness. Everything hurts. Oh, I want to pass out, then I can escape this, it hurts too much. Too much! I open my eyes again, almost expecting to see Othal. Although it's more of the black stuff. It feel like someone draped a black cloth over my eyes and I can just pull it off.

"Ohohohhh" I moan, and squint my eyes shut. My body has sent a wave of pain through me, and a sudden spike seemed to be piercing through my brain, even though nothing was touching it but the ground.

I've never felt this way in my entire life. I faintly hear him ask me to eat, and feeling the bread eat it. It tastes pleasant. Opening my eyes, I see again for a second, although it's all really fuzzy, then it goes black again. Like a relfex, my hand flies to my eye and rubs it. I blink hard, trying to get my vision to work again. With a sudden burst my left eye is working, and the adreniline leaves me and allows my arm to hurt again. It's very clear until I blink, then it gets fuzzy, and everything is distorted. Othal's head looks really big, but his body seems squished in the middle.

Blinking hard again, I try to make the images flatter. Resting my arm down I let myself go limp again. No point in hurting if I don't have to.

I eat the bread. Nothing else to do, plus I'm still hungry. Not as much, but still hungry. I close my eyes again, and when I open them my vision is extremely sharp for a little bit longe,r and I stare at Othal. It seems like no time when everything is distorted again and, my brain attempting to adjust, I go momentarily cross-eyed along with it. I kind of drift in and out of the stages, a few seconds of my vision being better than it ever used to be, distortion, occasionally normal, even once I went dark again. My mind - Can't make up it's mind. Considering my mind has a mind. Well, it is a mind. t should be able to make it's self up.

"My leg herts." I proclaim, even though I know I probably don't need to say it. It just seems like what I needed to say. It does hurt, a lot, and I just had to say it. "A lot." I add as an after thought. I close my eyes, then open them and blink a few times fast. Everything gets very shiny, and my vision is stuck in the sharp phase. When my eyes go towards the street, it's like I can see miles away someone working, and I'm picking up small things too, like a few stores down a mouse is laying on the doorstep. Maybe someone planted it there on purpose. Who knows? Maybe it's all a hallucination.

I've just swallowed the bread when Othal begins to look a little shocked, then falls next to me. "Othal?" I mumble. "Othal?" I move my arm a bit, a river of pain going down it, and gentle poke him in the shoulder. "Othal" I say louder. Then I shake his shoulder a bit. My eyes fuzz a bit and for a moment I think I'm going to lose sight again, but instead they go back to being very sharp. I pinch him. "Othaaal?!"

Is he dead? Oh please don't let him be dead, please don't! I start to shake a little myself and keep shaking him and poking him, even though it hurts more than sticking a nail through the bottom of my foot. I've done it before, and it hurts like nothing I'd ever experienced. Now that's topped. "O-O-Othaaaal" I moan. Don't let him be dead! Not dead, oh please not dead. After all that moving I'm pretty tired, and chose a position. I lean up against Othal and rest my head on the ground, then use the arm that doesn't hurt as much to push as hard as I can. I'm not strong enough to roll him or anything, but it's pressure. I'll hit him again when I've got my energy back.