The sun beamed into the windows of Chloe’s indoor Dead Garden. The walls are damp and covered in vines, the ground wet. Yaska tread lightly, her bare feet sticking to the mossy ground cover. She decided to explore the indoor garden, before people started showing up for day three of the search for Chloe.
The search party had shrunk. The NightRave junkies were gone first, then short term friends of Chloe. Yaska assumed that today the only people who would help would be Chloe’s older sister, her old friend, Yaska, and maybe the man with the contract to find her. Yaska sighed. The six month coma must have really hurt Chloe’s reputation in this city. Eleven months and one friend, pitiful really.
Yaska’s foot snagged on something, and she fell, hands catching her fall. They slipped on the ground, and her face hit the ground.
“Ohh…” Yaska groaned.
“Ohh…” Came another voice.
Yaska stiffened, and looked to her feet. She had tripped on someone’s arm. Her mind raced,”Chloe?”
“Why are you on the ground?”
Yaska stood up. Chloe lay on the ground, a pile of bloodsoaked clothes beside her. She was wearing only her underwater, also stained red.
Her light, tanned skin was covered in scratches, small scars that would fade to nothing in time. Her shoulder was dark purple. She had signs of blood loss, signs other than the colour of her previously white linens. Her face, midriff and limbs were covered in dried red splotches.
“You’ve probably lost a lot of blood.”
Chloe nodded slowly. Yaska placed her hand on Chloe’s neck, then chest. Her heart rate was rapid, but weak. Her skin was cool and sticky. She moved her hand from between Chloe’s breasts and felt the fingers. They were turning blue.
“Hemorrhagic shock. The soldiers illness. I’m surprised you’re not dead.” Yaska paused, “well, actually, I’m kind of not surprised. But you need blood, can someone give it to you?”
Chloe closed her eyes, she spoke with a harsh voice.”My blood is not if this world. I have an alien blood type.”
“Blood type?” Yaska had not heard of this.
“Yes. Strange quirk of evolution. It is not like back home where we can just give to anyone.” She sighed.
“Wait… I could give you my blood?”
Chloe’s eyes widened, “The IV line, get a needle. Clean it with alcohol and burn for sanitation.”
“You… just sleep or something.” Yaska stood up.
When Chloe woke up, Yaska was chilling out beside her, a direct IV line running between the two of them. Yaska’s blood was a hot pink, and before Chloe was forced into becoming a blood drinker, so was hers. Chloe felt… Mystical. More mystical than usual anyway. Yaska kept the IV in until her breathing became rapid, a headache formed.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Yaska clamped the needle shut and carefully took the needle out of her arm and then Chloe’s arm. She took Chloe to her room in the building next door, carrying her like a princess… Or Prince.
Afterward she went outside and sat on the ground, waiting to tell the search party the news.