Meeting
Cold. It was always cold. You hated the cold. How long have you been here? Turning your back to the wall behind you, you see the white marks covering the entire surface, at this point, one would think the wall was white, not black.
You sighed, “300 down…5000 to go.”
Footsteps echoed through the dungeon. You quickly turn your head back towards the front of your cell, the blurry shape of three figures coming into your view. They remained obscured by the green lasers that made up your cell door. The two guards you recognized as your tormentors of the past 50 years, making you retreat slightly more into your cell. The third figure you didn’t recognize, he seemed smaller, much smaller, than your captors. It wasn’t until they got closer you realized they were actually dragging him between the two of them. They edged closer to your cell and you retreated until your back was plastered against the wall.
“How is this kid so heavy?”
“Shut up and pull your weight, we’re almost there.”
The two guards bickered between themselves.
“Are you sure it’s safe to put him in with her?”
“It will be fine. Besides he won’t be here long.”
They came to a stop right in front of your cell. You held your breath, hoping you would just disappear into the wall behind you.
“Shield’s up.”
The guards raised their free arm, a blue hue appearing in front of them.
“Open cell 5.”
The green lasers disappeared from in front of your cell. The guards quickly moved, tossing the boy into your cell, making sure their shields stayed in front of them. The boy landed face down, unmoving.
“Close cell 5.”
“I hope you like your new friend, (Y/N).”
The lasers appeared once again and the guards dropped their shields turning away. Their laughs echoed through the dungeon halls as they disappeared into the darkness. You slowly breathed out but stayed plastered against the wall. The boy lay still, if it weren’t for the slow rise and fall of his chest you would have assumed he was dead. you took a deep breath, slowly inching off the wall towards him. He wore strange clothes you had never seen before. They were extravagant, too extravagant for a prisoner in this dungeon. You wondered where he came from, rather how they captured him, and why. He looked defenseless, innocent. You dared venture a little closer.
“Hello…” The word escaped your mouth no louder than a whisper.
The boy didn’t move. He was out cold. You moved a little closer. Finally making out his face. He was very pale, his skin seemed snow-white against his black hair. You slowly stretched out your hand, poking the boy’s shoulder. He was cold as ice. You shivered at the touch but did not retreat.
“Are you okay?”
You placed your full hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. The boy groaned a bit but did not move. You were close enough to hear his breathing, which came out ragged and uneven. You paused for a minute, contemplating your next move. The boy groaned again, his face scrunched in pain, he was waking up. You made up your mind. Moving your hand to his other shoulder, you slowly and carefully turned the boy over to lie on his back. You froze. A red stain oozed from his stomach, he clearly had been stabbed and was losing a lot of blood. You quickly examined the wound, removing his jacket and gently pulling up the fabric of his shirt. Upon examination, it looked like whatever stabbed him punctured one of his kidneys, if you didn’t do something quickly, he wouldn’t last the night. Shifting to a more comfortable kneeling position, you moved your hands over the wound. You closed your eyes, concentrating on your breathing and the wound in front of you. You felt the soft warmth spread over your hands, an amber glow beginning to light your small cell. You let out a deep breath, opening your eyes which matched the amber hue now radiating from your hands. The boy's wound slowly began to stitch itself up. You could feel the sweat beginning to form on your brow, but you refused to stop until his wound was fully healed. Your vision began to blur as a wave of exhaustion took over you. It became hard to keep your eyes open, but you didn’t stop. Until everything went dark.