“I’m never doing that again.”
This little scene shows some characters from a novel I'm working on. I hope you enjoy it.
Scene:
Kyle blinked up at the ceiling as he waited for his head to
stop feeling like it had imploded.
“Dude, what the hell happened?” Eddie asked as he ran up to
check on Kyle.
“Is Ryan okay?” Kyle asked in response. He wasn’t entirely sure he could answer Eddie’s
question.
“He’ll be fine. One
busted leg, but it’ll heal when he shifts.”
“Good.” Kyle closed
his eyes. It hurt an infinitesimal
amount less without the weak sunlight assaulting his eyes.
“How did you even find him?” Eddie continued. “There was no scent trail, not path to follow,
nothing.”
“You are such a wolf,” Kyle accused. He carefully raised on arm to touch his
head. No blood, no indication that he’d
broken anything, and there wasn’t even a lump on the back of his head.
“So?” Eddie asked, sounding almost offended.
“I’m a witch, dumbass,” Kyle said. He groaned as he carefully pushed up to sit.
“Of course you are,” Eddie shot back, “and I’m a wolf, now
answer the question.”
Kyle chuckled. Eddie
wasn’t easily distracted when he wanted an answer. That ploy would have worked on Ryan.
“I have to admit to a passing curiosity,” Ryan said.
Kyle opened his eyes to see his friend hobbling toward
them. One leg was a mess of blood and
denim, and he was using chair back—without the rest of the chair—as a crutch.
“Sorry about that,” Kyle said, grimacing at the sight of
Ryan’s leg.
“This is so not a problem,” Ryan said, grinning. “It’s mostly just lacerations, and it’s a
shit ton better than being locked in that cage for another day.”
“So how the hell did you find him?” Eddie asked, having lost
what little patience he had.
“Magic,” Kyle answered, grinning up at them.
“That is such a cop out, you ass,” Ryan said, reaching down
to smack the side of Kyles head.
“Oh Gods,” Kyle moaned, clutching at his head and doubling
over as nausea threatened.
“Shit, sorry,” Ryan said, thumping down to sit beside
Kyle. He rubbed his friend’s back in
soothing circles.
“It was a tracer spell,” Kyle gasped out. “And it leaves behind a headache from the
depth of hell.”
“And now I feel like an ungrateful bastard,” Ryan said.
“Don’t worry, “ Kyle said, “I’m never doing that again.”
“We’ll have to be sure not to get lost then,” Eddie said,
laughing as he got to his feet.
Eddie got both of them standing, keeping an arm around Kyle
to make sure the guy didn’t keel over.
“I might find you,” Kyle said. “You didn’t hit me in the head.”
Ryan and Eddie both laughed.
They knew it was all talk. Kyle
had proved time and again that he’d do anything for his friends.
“If Ryan gets lost, we’ll just call your uncle then,” Eddie
said cheerfully as they made their way toward the door.
Kyle and Ryan both laughed.
Eddie relaxed at the sound, glad that both his friends were well enough
to find the whole thing funny.
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