I am looking forward to sitting down and having lunch with Ash. I’ve been running back and forth to the supply room all morning. Assisting with the births would have been less tiring. I’m actually thinking about going back to college so I can do just that.
Back to college; with it’s thousands of people? Did I really just think about that? Well, first I have to see what this whole training with my Dad thing leads to. He still hasn’t told me when the test is, or what it’s about aside from the whole determination of whether or not I’ll be allowed to get wings.
I jump and turn to face the voice. “Ash!” He gives me that boyish grin of his.
Pushing off from the wall, he grabs the crutch that was leaning next to him. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I just smile and wait for him to catch up to me. He’s doing well using just the one crutch. I move over to Ash’s good side to avoid the possibility that I could knock his crutch out from under him.
“I heard there was a café outside. Thought we could eat there instead of in my room.”
“Sure,” I glance sideways at him. I bet he’s sick of his hospital room, and the sunshine would feel good. “Are you up for the walk?”
“Of course!” he picks up his pace slightly. I keep resisting the urge to hold his hand. I want to, but I want him to have it free, just in case. Today is his first day on crutches. Of course I have no idea if he’s ever had to use crutches before. Maybe he’s already an expert.
We stand in line and get our food. It really is only marginally better that what he gets in his room. He looks slightly relieved when I pick up the tray. As if I’d let him carry it while working crutches. My Dad would have, but that would be mean in my opinion. Ash gets ahead of me and pays for both our meals.
“Ash, you didn’t have to do that.” We move to a table in the sun.
“Do what?” he grins at me. Sometimes he can be so irritating.
“Pay for my meal.” I set the tray down on the table. That’s when the hair stands up on the back of my neck. Someone’s watching me. I feel like the world is suddenly still and the sun has gone behind a cloud. It sends chills down my spine. I quickly glance behind me. I swear I see Pete Jr. but it was only a glimpse. There’s no way he could be here.
“Morgan?” Ash’s hand reaches out for my shoulder and the world goes back to normal. “You okay? You look a little pale.”
“Yeah, I must just be hungry.” We sit down and eat. I still can’t quite shake the feeling we’re being watched. It’s distracting me and Ash notices. He takes a hold of my hand.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, well,” I pause and examine Ash’s hand. His wrist has healed amazingly well. I wonder if I had anything to do with that. But thinking about Faerie magic makes me think of my Dad and, “Just nervous about tomorrow, I guess.” Ash squeezes my hand and I look back at him.
“What’s a bit of friendly sparing, eh?” he shouldn’t try being chipper like that while holding my hand. I can feel he’s nervous too. Still…
“Easy for you to say, you’ve probably sparred before.” I stand and pick up our tray of trash. Ash hobbles after me. I throw the trash in the bin and set the tray on top before turning back to him. “I’ve never done any sort physical training until this week.” I really am nervous about tomorrow afternoon. I don’t look forward to sparring with my Dad, or Ash and I’m definitely not looking forward to watching the two of them spar.
We’re back at the Hospital entrance. He has to go in and I have to go train. Ash takes me in a one armed hug. “I bet you could kick my butt,” he whispers.
I laugh and hug him back. “I don’t want to kick your butt.” I give his cheek a quick kiss before dashing off. This time I make sure I look where I’m going. No need to run into my Dad again, or anyone else. As I pass some bushes I shiver slightly, the feeling of being watched returns.