Spotâs hands were firmly placed onto the ground; not moving. The pain jolted her body and she could no longer hold back from showing her pain on her face; yet, she stayed silent as she hunched over the stream, the burning sensation from puking returning to her nose and throat. Suddenly, her heart race began to escalate as she felt the pain slamming itself against her stomach; a growl which showed off her teeth where planted onto her face. Even during this unspeakable pain, Spot wanted no contact- she wanted to be left alone; left alone so she can deal with this by herself.
Finally, after what seemed like forever to her, the pain suddenly stopped, but a new one rose; it was the feeling of becoming weak, her senses draining from her body- so much, that she barely detected Farai heading towards her. Her blue eyes scanned him distrustfully as she watched him sit down, repeating the words she had spoken before with such crudeness. "...We need to get a move on and you vomiting will only ssslow usss down⊠We can't afford anymore wassssted minutesss..."
His voice was calm- was he soothing her? For what reason? She had just told off almost everyone in the group; she was extremely bitchy and nearly claimed herself as someone not worth helping, so why was saying this? Perhaps it was feelings Spot hasnât been able to experience; feelings that where completely foreign to her in every way possible. Her blue eyes starred at him for a while before she smirked, slightly showing her canines off. âYou donât have to force yourself; you can laugh at me- I would.â She bluntly said; though, her words where true, sheâd laugh at herself if she saw how utterly pitiful and pathetic she was- so utterly pitiful and pathetic, that she had a cold-blooded snake come over to her to try and comfort her.
Another words Spot despised; it was a nicer word for the weak- or at least, that was how it had been taught by her. Though, her thoughts where interrupted by an abrupt pat to head; a moist cloth sticking to her forehead- what the hell? Now Spot was completely confused, which only fueled the aggravation that had seeped within her. Her petite fingers uncurled from the dirt beneath and slightly touched the cloth that was given to her; the cold of the cloth bringing color back to her face that was lost. In distraught, Spotâs blue eyes looked above her, and onto her forehead, trying to see the cloth he had handed her. Her mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out; right when she was about to speak, after she had thought through her words, Farai spoke in her place.
"Put that on your forehead..." Spotâs eyes shot towards him, almost questioning him on why he would do such a thing. "I'm not much of a doctor but I recommend not eating sssolid food until the nausea subsides ." Of course you arenât a doctor; why should your recommendations even apply to me? Her mind questioned as her mouth still continued to hang open, still in an almost shocked way. Though, her mouth did raise, into a snarl like position, but she meant no harm, nor did anything leave her throat; Spot just watched him, as if he was a type of toxicant that would turn around and bite her once sheâd given him her trust- oh wait, he was a type of toxicant that could bite her. Finally, her mouth closed as she leaned back onto her knees and sat down on her feet, listening to him as he continued to speak once more. "Do you...Know why you vomited? I read that people who are ssstresssed vomit...But that'sss only for sssevere cassesss...Maybe your ssstomach jussst didn't agree with sssomething..."
âNo; I didnât eat anything that would cause me to vomit.â She said finally, after a while of silence between the two; her response becoming confident and almost sure that she hadnât eaten anything. âAnd I doubt itâs stress; I am the least injured, so why would I be stressed?â She questioned. In Spotâs eyes, she shouldnât complain a tiny bit; though, her words a while ago had completely contradicted what her thoughts where now. âI have no stress.â She argued slightly, before she placed the cloth down on her knee, watching the jacket that stayed at her side. âWhy are you helping me?â Spotâs voice was demanding almost as she asked the question, her eyebrows raised.
She was honestly curious; not only would Spot make fun of herself at the moment, but sheâd leave herself. Leave herself within a heartbeat- those who where unable to go on, where unfit; right? Before Farai could answer once more, she went on speaking. âYou are the last person Iâd thought who would come over to help me; I thought youâd be all for the idea of allowing me to stay behind.â It was as if she was joking about this; her voice portraying as if she was playing jokes- though, she was completely serious about this. Perhaps Farai knew more about the feelings she was incapable of knowing; things like family, or friends, pals or even acquaintances. They where either allies or enemies but no in between or neutrals; one or the other. That was it.
Before she could open her mouth once more, Spot was suddenly pulled up by Lovi; which indeed had made her jump and her heart race from the unsuspecting event- boy, was her senses this dull? Though, they quickly came back, as if a semi truck had been slammed right into her head; if it wasnât for Loviâs tone of voice and the slamming sensation that returned to her head, she wouldâve certainly have bit him- hard.
"If you think you'll do better on you're own, you be my guest. Get out of here. Right now, you're being a selfish bitch. If you think you don't need us then leave! If you're going to stay you better keep your mouth shut," Through the throbbing feeling that resided in her head, Spot snarled a little, her arms trailing up his and gripping onto his hand.
Was Loviâs arms always that big? It they where, Spot hadnât noticed until now; her grip was weaker than her usual one, but it was enough to dig into his skin as her teeth continued to bore at Lovi, knowing how empty her silent threats where. "I swear to God if you put any of us in danger, I will kill you." His breath crept into her nose, making its way through the scent of vomit and processing itself within her brain; it was a bad smell, one that sheâd comment on if she wasnât trying to fight off the earthquake that rattled her brain. It was when he seemed to become closer that her horrid migraine began to cease; has she always had these things? No, this was a bit different; perhaps it was too much stress? Or maybe it was internal bleeding from the crash.
Though, her thoughts didnât make it far before Loviâs dangerous growl pulled her back to reality. "I hope I've been clear.â Spots eyes squinted at him as if she had blanked out on his entire speech, though everything came back as a rush of memories flooded her head as well as the piercing pain; as if she was being thrown onto the ground- oh wait, she had been. A growl escaped her pink lips as she glared back up at Lovi, her eyes not moving from him as he turned back towards the group. Boy, wasnât that embarrassing? Spot knew she had it coming for her; one of the main reasons she said it in the first place. Wait, no, she said it because⊠because⊠âBecauseâŠâ She whispered, her lips barely moving as she pondered on why she actually said it in the first place- oh, thatâs right. Her arrogant and selfish attitude wouldnât have allowed her to stay quite any longer.
For now, sheâd stay with them; though, the first chance sheâd get, Spot would be gone. Then, it was then, that Spot felt the same presence sheâd felt a while back; once again, she wasnât able to decipher on whether it was paranoia or an actual person following them. Of course, the government had to be following them; but it wasnât this type of feeling, it was as if, someone unwelcome was secretly hiding within the thickets. Her eyes scanned around the area; a bit too stunned to spew something smart assy out in her defense from Lovi. Despite her creeping feeling, she said nothing, nor did she voice anything out. Perhaps, if the feeling became stronger, she might slip a word to Nikki, Bleu or Farai; but that was it. Lovi and the others could die for all she cared- in fact; everyone could burn in hell for that matter. Or at least, this was her thought at the moment.