by Skiye Brant
Chapter 10
I let Nate sleep as I watched over Sky. His fever came back and he started mumbling. I gave him my shirt, hoping that it would help. I grabbed the rags Nate made and soaked them with cold water and placed them on his forehead. I was kicking myself for not taking that survival class in school, because this would definitely have helped. Just to know what you do for a fever or how to make electricity.
I thought about Lily. I thought about all those nights we spent at her house watching TV. Our first kiss. We were at the spring festival last year. We had stayed most of the day and I kissed her under the stars and in the colorful lights of one of the rides. For her birthday I wrote her poem. She loved it, she even managed to get me to sing it and play my guitar.
God, how can everything go so wrong in an instant? The three of us had managed to be superheroes, get good grades in school, and I had an amazing relationship with Lily. I missed her.
I started to sing. Sky tinkered his problems away. Nate did something athletic, like running. I wrote and sang mine away. I sang every song I ever wrote or heard. I even wrote a good blues song while I was waiting. It goes like this:
I was on top of the world.
But then I fell.
My brother has fallen ill
and we can't see a way out
I had a girl,
but then I was taken away from her
So now I sit, to rot in this cell.
I have the kidnapped blues.
The kidnapped blues.
My parents are probably worried,
about me and my bros
but they don't know
how big of a secret we had
So now we sit
and wait to see
if they will ever come and set us free.
We have the kidnapped blues.
I really wish I had my harmonica or something with me. I could have written some really good music for it. While I was in the middle of trying to figure out the stanza I felt the tin cup hit me in the side of my head.
"I'll be nice, shut up," Nate said. "Do you have to sing at three in the morning?"
"Sorry, got bored," I apologized.
"Has he gotten any better?" Nate asked.
"No, worse he started mumbling again," I said. "He has a fever and I'm trying to break it. I changed the rags out three times already."
"If it helps, I'm sure Lily isn't going to dump you or is mad," he said. "Only because you sang her that poem while playing the guitar." I looked at him. I never told him or Sky about that, not even in thought, except tonight of course. "You were talking about it before you started singing."
"No, I was thinking it. Nate, I think they're back," I said smiling. I then tried to move the tin cup. I placed it in front of me and tried to knock it over. I did, several times. Then a thought hit me. "If ours are back, then how come Sky isn't getting better?"
"I don't know, maybe he needs to be recharged like a computer," he suggested. I heard the door open. A guard walked in. I smiled at Nate. I slammed the door closed and locked it.
"What's going on?" the guard asked.
"Just making sure you get your beauty sleep," Nate said before punching the guy in the face. We searched him for anything electric. We found a cell phone, a flash light, a walky-talky, and a taser.
"You call Mom and Dad, I’ll electrocute Sky," I said. I pressed the prongs to his neck and hit the button. I watched as the blue sparks went directly into him. It was weird was seeing the blue sparks under his skin. I watched his eyes open.
