Shadow Kiss Chapter 18

EighteenEVERYTHING BECAME FUZZY aft(prenominal) that. I had vague impressions of moving in and out of consciousness, of people saying my name, and of existence in the air again. Eventu any(prenominal)y, I woke up in the schools infirmary and found Dr. Olendzki looking down at me.Hello, Rose, she say. She was a middle-aged Moroi and often joked that I was her phone number one patient. How atomic number 18 you feeling?The details of what had happened came prickle. The faces. Mason. The a nonher(prenominal) ghosts. The terrible pain in my head. All of it was gone.Fine, I said, half- move to be saying those words. For a moment, I wondered if peradventure it had all been a dream. Then I looked beyond her and adage Dimitri and Alberta looming nearby. The looks on their faces told me the heretoforets on the plane had indeed been true(a).Alberta cleared her throat, and Dr. Olendzki glanced back. May we? Alberta asked. The doctor nodded, and the other two stepped forward.Dimitri, as always, was a balm to me. No matter what happened, I always felt a little safer in his presence. Yet even he hadnt been commensurate to stop what had happened at the airport. When he looked at me like he was presently, with an expression of such tenderness and concern, it triggered mixed feelings. Part of me loved that he cared so much. The other part extremityed to be strong for him and didnt fatality to make him worry.Rose began Alberta un acceptedly. I could tell she had no clue how to go close to this. What had happened was beyond her commonwealth of experience. Dimitri overlyk over.Rose, what happened back on that point? Before I could utter a word, he cut me off. And do not say it was nothing this time.Well, if I couldnt fall back on that answer, then I didnt go through what to say.Dr. Olendzki pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. We whole want to help you.I dont need any help, I said. Im fine. I sounded on the nose like Brandon and Brett. I was probably only one step away from saying, I fell.Alberta finally regained herself. You were fine when we were in the air. When we landed, you were most definitely not fine.Im fine now, I replied stonily, not meeting their eyes.What happened then? she asked. why the screaming? What did you wet when you said we needed to make them go away?I in brief considered my other fallback answer, the one more or less idiom. That sounded completely stupid now. So, again, I said nothing. To my surprise, I felt tears build up in my eyes.Rose, murmured Dimitri, juncture as soft as silk against my skin. Please.Something in that cracked me. It was so hard for me to stand against him. I turned my head and stared at the ceiling.Ghosts, I whispered. I saw ghosts.None of them had expect that, unless honestly, how could they mystify? Heavy silence fell. Finally, Dr. Olendzki spoke in a faltering voice.W-what do you mean?I swallowed. Hes been following me for the exsert couple of weeks. Mason. On campus. I fuck it sounds crazy but its him. Or his ghost. Thats what happened with Stan. I locked up because Mason was there, and I didnt know what to do. On the plane I call in he was there too and others. But I couldnt exactly see them when we were in the air. Just glimpses and the headache. But when we landed in Martinville, he was there in full form. And and he wasnt alone. There were others with him. Other ghosts. A tear escaped from my eye, and I hastily wiped at it, hoping none of them had seen it.I waited then, not convinced(predicate) what to expect. Would mortal laugh? Tell me I was crazy? Accuse me of lying and demand to know what had really happened?Did you know them? Dimitri asked finally.I turned back and rattling met his eyes. They were button up serious and concerned, no mockery. Yeah I saw some of skippers guardians and the people from the massacre. LissasLissas family was there too.Nobody said anything after that. They all scarce sorting of exchanged glances, hop ing perhaps that one of the others might shed light on all this.Dr. Olendzki sighed. Could I speak with the two of you privately?The terzetto of them stepped out of the examining room, closure the door behind them. Only it didnt quite catch. Scrambling off the bed, I crossed the room and stood by the door. The tiny crack was just enough for my dhampir hearing to nibble up the conversation. I felt bad well-nigh eavesdropping, but they were talking most me, and I couldnt shake the feeling that my future was on the line here. patent whats freeing on, hissed Dr. Olendzki. It was the first time Id ever heard her sound so irate. With patients, she was the picture of serenity. It was hard to imagine her angry, but she was cl wee pissed off now. That scurvy girl. Shes undergoing post-traumatic stress disorder, and its no wonder after allthing thats happened.Are you sure? asked Alberta. Maybe its something else But as her words trailed off, I could tell she didnt really know of anyt hing else that would apologize it.Look at the facts a teenage girl who witnessed one of her friends getting killed and then had to kill his killer. You dont deem thats traumatic? You dont pretend that might have had the tiniest accomplishment on her?Tragedy is something all guardians have to deal with, said Alberta.Maybe theres not much to be done for guardians in the field, but Rose is noneffervescent a student here. There are resources that can help her.Like what? asked Dimitri. He sounded curious and concerned, not like he was challenging her.Counseling. Talking to soulfulness about what happened can do worlds of practised. You should have done that as soon as she got back. You should do it for the others who were with her while youre at it. wherefore doesnt anyone think of these things?Its a good idea, said Dimitri. I recognized the tone in his voice his mind was spinning. She could do it on her day off.Day off? More like every day. You should pull her from this entire field experience. Fake Strigoi attacks are not the way to recover from a real one.No I had pushed open the door to begin with I realized it. They all stared at me, and I immediately felt stupid. Id just busted myself for spying.Rose, said Dr. Olendzki, returning to her caring (but slightly chastising) doctor mode. You should go lie down.Im fine. And you cant make me quit the field experience. I wont graduate if you do.You arent well, Rose, and theres nothing to be ashamed of after whats happened to you. Thinking youre eyesight the ghost of someone who died isnt too out there when you consider the circumstances.I started to correct her on the thinking youre seeing part but then bit it off. Arguing that Id really seen a ghost wasnt probably going to do me any favors, I decided, even if I was starting to effrontery that was exactly what I was seeing. Frantically, I tried to think of a convincing reason to stay in the field experience. I was usually pretty good at talking myself ou t of bad situations.Unless youre going to put me in counseling 24/7, youre just going to make it worse. I need something to do. Most of my classes are on hold right now. What would I do? Sit around? Think more and more about what happened? Ill go crazy for real. I dont want to sit on the past forever. I need to get moving with my future.This threw them into an argument about what to do with me. I listened, biting my tongue, knowing I needed to stay out of it. Finally, with some kvetch from the doctor, they all decided I would go on half-time for the field experience.It proved to be the ideal compromise for everyone well, except me. I just wanted life to go on exactly as it had. Still, I knew this was probably as good a deal as Id get. They decided that Id do three days of field experience a week, with no night duties. During the other days, Id have to do some training and whatever book endure they dug up for me.Id too have to see a counselor, which I wasnt thrilled about. It wa snt that I had anything against counselors. Lissa had been seeing one, and it had been really useful for her. Talking things out helped. It was justwell, this was just something I didnt want to talk about.But if it came down to this or being kicked out of the field experience, I was more than happy to go with this. Alberta felt they could still justify casual me on half-time. She also liked the idea of having counseling going on at the similar time I was dealing with fake Strigoi attacks just in case they really were traumatizing.After a bit more examination, Dr. Olendzki gave me a clean bill of health and told me I could go back to my dorm. Alberta left after that, but Dimitri stuck around to walk me back.Thanks for thinking of the half-time thing, I told him. The walkways were wet today because the weather had warmed up after the storm. It wasnt bathing grammatical case weather or anything, but a lot of the ice and snow were melting. Water dripped steadily from trees, and we h ad to sidestep puddles.Dimitri came to an abrupt stop and turned so that he stood right in front of me, blocking my path. I skidded to a halt, nearly running into him. He r to each oneed out and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him than I would have expected him to do in public. His fingers bit deep into me, but they didnt hurt.Rose, he said, the pain in his voice making my heart stop, this shouldnt have been the first time I heard about this Why didnt you tell me? Do you know what it was like? Do you know it was like for me to see you like that and not know what was fortuity? Do you know how scared I was?I was stunned, both from his outburst and our proximity. I swallowed, unable to speak at first. There was so much on his face, so many emotions. I couldnt recall the last time Id seen that much of him on display. It was wonderful and frightening at the same time. I then said the stupidest thing possible.Youre not scared of anything.Im scared of lots of things. I was scared for you. He released me, and I stepped back. There was still passion and worry written all over him. Im not perfect. Im not invulnerable.I know, its just I didnt know what to say. He was right. I always saw Dimitri as larger than life. All-knowing. Invincible. It was hard for me to believe that he could worry about me so much. And this has been going on for a long time too, he added. It was going on with Stan, when you were talking to Father Andrew about ghosts you were dealing with it this whole time Why didnt you tell anyone? Why didnt you tell Lissa or me?I stared into those dark, dark eyes, those eyes I loved. Would you have believed me?He frowned. Believed what?That Im seeing ghosts.Well they arent ghosts, Rose. You only think they are because Thats why, I interrupted. Thats why I couldnt tell you or anybody. Nobody would believe me, not without thinking Im crazy.I dont think youre crazy, he said. But I think youve been through a lot. Adrian had said almost the exact same thin g when I asked him how I could tell if I was crazy or not.Its more than that, I said. I started walking again.Without even taking another step, he reached out and grabbed me once more. He pulled me back to him, so that we now stood even closer than before. I glanced uneasily around again, wondering if someone might see us, but the campus was deserted. It was early, not quite sunset, so early that most people probably werent even up for the school day yet. We wouldnt see activity around here for at least another hour. Still, I was surprised to see Dimitri was still risking it.Tell me then, he said. Tell me how its more than that.You wont believe me, I said. Dont you get it? No one will. Even you of all people. Something in that thought do my voice catch. Dimitri understood so much about me. I wanted needed him to understand this too.Ill search. But I still dont think you really understand whats happening to you.I do, I said firmly. Thats what no one realizes. Look, you have to de cide once and for all if you really do trust me. If you think Im a child, too na?ve to get whats going on with her fragile mind, then you should just keep walking. But if you trust me enough to mobilise that Ive seen things and know things that kind of surpass those of others my agewell, then you should also realize that I might know a little about what Im talking about.A lukewarm breeze, damp with the scent of melted snow, swirled around us. I do trust you, Roza. But I dont believe in ghosts.The earnestness was there. He did want to reach out to me, to understandbut even as he did, it warred with beliefs he wasnt ready to change yet. It was ironic, considering tarot cards apparently spooked him.Will you try to? I asked. Or at the very least try not to write this off to some psychosis?Yes. That I can do.So I told him about my first couple of Mason sightings and how Id been afraid to explain the Stan incident to anyone. I talked about the shapes Id seen on the plane and described in more detail what Id seen on the ground.Doesnt it seem kind of, um, specific for a random stress reaction? I asked when I finished.I dont know that you can really expect stress reactions to be random or specific. Theyre unpredictable by nature. He had that thoughtful expression I knew so well, the one that told me he was turning over all sorts of things in his head. I could also tell that he still wasnt buying this as a real ghost story but that he was nerve-wracking very hard to keep an open mind. He affirmed as much a moment later Why are you so certain these arent just things youre imagining?Well, at first I thought I was imagining it all. But now I dont know. Theres something about it that feels real even though I know that isnt actually evidence. But you heard what Father Andrew said about ghosts sticking around after they die young or violently.Dimitri actually bit his lip. Hed been about to tell me not to take the priest literally. Instead he asked, So you think Masons bac k for revenge?I thought that at first, but now Im not so sure. Hes never tried to hurt me. He just seems like he wants something. And then all those other ghosts seemed to want something too even the ones I didnt know. Why?Dimitri gave me a sage look. You have a theory.I do. I was thinking about what Victor said. He mentioned that because Im shadow-kissed because I died I have a connection to the world of the dead. That Ill never entirely leave it behind me.His expression hardened. I wouldnt put a lot of stock in what Victor Dashkov tells you.But he knows things You know he does, no matter how big an asshole he is.Okay, supposing thats true, that being shadow-kissed lets you see ghosts, why is it happening now? Why didnt it happen right after the car accident?I thought of that, I said eagerly. It was something else Victor said that now that I was dealing in death, I was that much closer to the other side. What if causing someone elses death strengthened my connection and now m akes this possible? I just had my first real kill. Kills, even.Why is it so haphazard? asked Dimitri. Why does it occur when it does? Why the airplane? Why not at Court?My enthusiasm dimmed a little. What are you, a lawyer? I snapped. You question everything Im saying. I thought you were going to have an open mind.I am. But you need to too. Think about it. Why this pattern of sightings?I dont know, I admitted. I sagged in defeat. You still think Im crazy.He reached out and cupped my chin, tipping my face up to look at his. No. Never. not one of these theories makes me think youre crazy. But Ive always believed the simplest explanation makes sense. Dr. Olendzkis does. The ghost one has holes. But, if you can find out morethen we may have something to work with.We? I asked.Of course. Im not leaving you alone on this, no matter what. You know Id never abandon you.There was something very sweet and noble about his words, and I felt the need to return them, though mostly I ended up sound ing idiotic. And I wont ever abandon you, you know. I mean it not that this stuff ever happens to you, of course, but if you start seeing ghosts or anything, Ill help you through it.He gave a small, soft laugh. Thanks.Our hands found each others, fingers lacing together. We stood like that for almost a full minute, neither of us saying anything. The only place we touched was our hands. The breeze picked up again, and although the temperature was probably only in the forties, it felt like spring to me. I expected flowers to burst into bloom around us. As though sharing the same thought, we released our hands at the same time.We reached my dorm shortly after that, and Dimitri asked if Id be okay going in on my own. I told him Id be fine and that he should go do his own thing. He left, but just as I was about to step through the lobby door, I realized my overnight bag was still back at the med clinic. Muttering a few things that would have gotten me a detention, I turned around and hur ried back in the direction Id just come.Dr. Olendzskis receptionist motioned me toward the examining rooms when I told her why I was there. I retrieved the bag from my now-empty room and turned into the hall to leave. Suddenly, in the room opposite mine, I saw someone lying in bed. There was no sign of any of the clinics staff, and my curiosity always getting the better of me made me peek inside.It was Abby Badica, a senior Moroi. cunning and perky were the adjectives that usually came to mind when I described Abby, but this time, she was anything but. She was bruised and scratched up, and when she turned her face to look at me, I saw red welts.Let me guess, I said. You fell.W-what?You fell. I hear thats the standard answer Brandon, Brett, and Dane. But Ill tell you the truth you guys need to come up with something else. I think the doctors getting suspicious.Her eyes went wide. You know?It was then that I realized my mistake with Brandon. Id come at him demanding answers, which had made him reluctant to share anything. Those whod questioned Brett and Dane had faced similar results. With Abby, I realized that I just had to act like I already knew the answers, and then shed give up the information.Of course I know. They told me everything.What? she squeaked. They swore not to. Its part of the rules.Rules? What was she talking about? The royal-bashing vigilante pigeonholing Id been picturing didnt really seem like the type to have rules. There was something else going on here.Well, they didnt have much of a choice. I dont know why, but I keep finding you guys afterward. I had to help cover for them. Im telling you, I dont know how much longer this can go on without someone asking more questions. I spoke like I was a sympathizer, wanting to help if I could.I should have been stronger. I tried, but it wasnt enough. She looked drop and in pain. Just keep quiet until everythings set, okay? Please?Sure, I said, dying to know what shed tried. Im not going to dr ag anyone else in. Howd you even end up here? Youre supposed to avoid attracting attention. Or so I assumed. I was totally making this up as I went along.She grimaced. The dorm matron noticed and made me come in. If the rest of the Man? finds out, Im going to get in trouble.Hopefully the doctorll send you on your way before any of them find out. Shes kind of busy. Youve got the same marks as Brett and Brandon, and none of theirs were that serious. So I hoped. Theuh, burn marks were a little tricky, but they havent had any problems.It was a gamble in my biz here. Not only did I have no clue about the specifics of Bretts injuries, I also didnt actually know if those marks Jill had described on him were burns. If they werent, I might have just blown my insider act. But, she didnt correct me, and her fingers absentmindedly touched one of the welts.Yeah, they said the damage wouldnt last. Ill just have to make up something for Olendzki. A small flicker of hope shone in her eyes. They sa id they wouldnt, but maybemaybe theyll let me try again.It was at that moment that the good doctor returned. She was surprised to see me still there and told me I needed to get back home and rest. I said goodbye to both of them and trekked back out into the cold. I barely noticed the weather as I walked, though. Finally, finally, I had a clue in this puzzle. Man?.