Warmth.
That’s how she described the feeling of his healing touch. No onehad ever really described what it felt like when he touched them, although he knew everyone at Prey was aware of his ability to heal in ways that shouldn’t be possible, his team even more so.
“Not going to let anything happen to you,” he assured Indigo as he closed his hands around the two worst wounds and held them there.
Did she feel that warmth that she’d described? Did she know she wasn't alone, that he was right there beside her, and that despite her protests, he wasn't going anywhere?
Whether she believed it or not, she was safe now, with him, with his team. They protected their own, and she was one of them. As soon as he had her healed, he was going to find a way to convince her of that fact.
January 21st
3:17 P.M.
Everything was so vivid.
Like God had turned the world up to full brightness.
It hurt her eyes.
“Shh, honey, it’s okay, you're okay,” a voice spoke from somewhere far away.
Or maybe not far away because she felt something cool brush across her forehead. It was so nice against her overheated skin that she whimpered when it suddenly disappeared.
“Not going anywhere, going to make you well again,” the same voice said, and while she got the feeling the words were supposed to be soothing, the tone of voice was more panicked than anything else.
Maybe it said more, but she drifted further away.
Hot.
She was so hot.
It felt like the sun had shifted to take up residence inside her body. It was awful. Indigo would rather feel the full pain of her injuries than this horrible, overheated feeling.
There was no escape from it.
Her body squirmed, seeking solace, but there was none to be found.
Instead, she drifted further away, her thoughts becoming disjointed, unsure if she was awake or asleep.
Snippets of memories filtered through her mind. The lab, the cuts, the hammer shattering her leg, the gunshots, the men.
Voodoo.
He’d carried her for hours through the forest, and he didn't even seem to be winded, her weight nothing compared to his strength. Was that who had been talking to her now? He had an ability to heal, she understood that, but she didn't feel any better for whatever he was doing.
Or he was doing nothing.
Like everyone else.
Using her.
Abusing her.
“You should never have been born, girl. Didn't want a kid, and if I was forced to have one, I wanted a boy. What am I going to do with a girl? Useless. Pathetic. Waste of air. Should have beaten you right out of your mother’s body before you were born.”
Indigo tried to hold it in, but a whimper escaped anyway. Her daddy didn't like her to make a sound. Sounds bothered him, although she had no idea why. He was always so loud. Screaming and hollering. Yelling about everything.
When he drank, he was even louder.
