Let’s keep the week’s momentum going! Today’s post is inspired by #ThursThreads over on Siobhan Muir’s blog.
Prompt: “I think maybe you’re right.”
Nate and Selah’s troubles continue…
Things didn’t get better after we kissed, but they didn’t get worse, either. They did, however, get more frustrating.
Though large, my bunker wasn’t intended for more than just me, and no matter how often we went up for fresh air, the claustrophobia never let up. After a few days of running tests on Nate and watching surveillance footage, my safe place began feeling like a prison.
“How much more do you think you’ll learn from those tests?” Nate’s arm should have developed a bruise from how many times I’ve had to draw blood from the same spot, but every time I removed the needle, it was like nothing happened. No matter how many times I did it, that would never not freak me out.
“I just want to make sure you’re not developing any issues.”
“It’s not like we could fix them, so why bother?” His irritability came and went, and I wondered if it was a side-effect of the serum. Nate’s mood never changed this often or sharply before. But I wasn’t equipped to examine his brain. “I think-”
“Maybe you’re right, and these tests are pointless.” I sighed, sealing the latest sample.”But I want to know I’ve done everything I can.”
“Selah-”
“And it’s not like we have anything better to do.” We couldn’t leave until I was sure my father wasn’t looking for us anymore, and just that morning I caught one of his goons in the footage from my first safe house. “So sit tight.”
Some day they’ll get out of the bunker, but that day is not today. That day probably won’t be until another prompt draws them out.
Be sure to checked out the other responses at the prompt.
As always, think happy thoughts!
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