April/May 2020 #7
Me: H? – H!
Me: Did… did you do something?
H: Aaaa… like what?
Me: … Take the whatever illness is in my lungs?
H: …. .. … I may have attempted such a thing… (finding his cigarette case and lighting a smoke with unsteady fingers) … but I do not possess your skill.
Me: (I glared at him for a while as I processed what he’d done and wished I’d been able to stop it, then in the next breathe I could still do what I’d always done: take the illness right back.)
H: Aaa – no – no damn you…
Me: I’m a fucking necromancer – I pulled you from Oblivion –
H: Fool girl…
Me: Perhaps. But I’m here until you tell me to sod off. (Wrapping my arms around him with my palms against his chest.) Your lungs are already fucked! For gods’ sake don’t try to make yourself more ill – please?
H: Aaaa… Girl? Don’t lie to me. You think I don’t know rot in your lungs when I see it?
Me: … Fine. But I can still eat and still breathe. Until that changes, I’m assuming this is the most pathetic, rubbish, and persistent cough I’ve ever encountered without leaving my flat. You on the other hand look like hell. How many days since you were able to get out of bed? … H … have you been spitting blood?
H: … … No.
Me: Right. And you were doing fine until you stole my illness and haven’t been able to get out of bed since?
H: ……. yes.
Me: Jesus H Christ – you died of TB – you do not get to try to steal a cold from me let alone some bastard strain of Influenza that’s killing a lot of people right now… H? H! …. H answer me? H I swear to someone I will fucking stab you… – H?
H: You… you were… o… on the precipice.
Me: …And if I was how could you know that?
H: (Bitter smile) aa.. aaa… recognised the symptoms.
Me: That still doesn’t give you licence to do what you did! I’m a witch – I’m a necromancer – I’m meant to try to take hurt away from the living and the dead – that’s my whole bloody job!
H: … aaa ..aaaaaa… fool girl…
Me: I bloody knew it was you as soon as my temperature went away. Throat so sore I couldn’t eat for three days and a fever. Then I dreamt… I’m not really sure what I dreamt, I just know I woke up feeling better and knowing it was your fault somehow. … How long has it been since you got out of bed?
H: … girl…
Me: How long?
H: … five days.
Me: …fuck. It’s 4am and I really have to sleep. Please be well – I’ll talk to you again when I can.
H: …goodnight darlin’.
Me: You’ve never said that to me before – why the hell did you just say that? Promise me you’ll be here when I come back, H?
Me: Promise! Swear on my life.
H: …I … yes.
Source: Tales of Necromancy
4 Jun, 2020
April/May 2020 #7
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