There was a burning in my chest, and as I shot upright, I felt the overwhelming urge to throw up.
I cast a panicked look around, then leaned over the edge of the cart in which I was apparently being carried, and retched, spewing a thick, green bile out in painful, heaving spurts.
"Fuck, stop for a sec!" Casey called out, and I felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around me, steadying me, and rubbing my back as I continued to vomit.
"That... is gross," I admitted, feeling even more nauseated as I saw the contents of what I'd thrown up on the floor beside the cart.
Casey helped me to sit back, but she kept me upright, as laying down would only worsen that burning feeling in my chest.
She handed me a waterskin, and I took a quick drink, which eased up the burning a bit.
"Fucking hell. What's wrong with me?" I asked, and Casey bit her lip.
"Feedback," she said, and I let out a pained groan.
"I might be a few power plant meltdowns and one whole planet too late, but seriously; fuck nuclear energy," I declared, and she let out a little laugh.
I took a quick look around, but my eyes weren't able to focus on anything just yet.
"What happened to the others? Francesca?"
"She's fine, but she's nursing a broken hand."
"Jeannie? Myrinne?"
"They survived, but just barely. Ryker's attending to them, but we had to use a few healing vials."
"I'm glad you did," I said, and she nodded.
"I figured you'd disown me if I let anyone die," she said, and I quickly nodded.
"You did well," I said. "What about Mir- I mean, the princess."
Casey eyed me a little.
"She's uh, fine... I think."
I studied her worriedly.
"You think?"
She frowned.
"She's suffering from the same effects as you, just... worse."
"Do healing vials help with that?"
Casey shook her head.
"She needs to get the excess radiation out of her system," she explained, and I frowned.
I shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable, and Casey studied me.
"Do you want us to stop?" she asked.
"How long until the next scheduled stop?"
"Two hours, I think."
I shook my head.
"I'll manage. Where's Cameron, though?" I suddenly asked, then realized that it was probably insensitive of me to ask that of Casey, but she didn't seem to care all that much.
"She can't handle the bumpy ride inside of the carts... believe me, she tried, but she started vomiting almost as much as the princess did."
The knowledge that she'd tried anyway pleased me greatly, and Casey shot me a wry smile.
"Lucia!" I exclaimed, as I suddenly remembered what she did. "That child needs a beating," I said, and Casey frowned.
"She's doing a pretty good job of beating herself up over Francesca's injury," she explained. "She's basically waiting on her hand and foot as we speak."
I grumbled a little before settling back down.
"Do you know where we're headed?" I asked, and Casey nodded.
"I don't think I'm supposed to say anything out loud, though."
I sighed.
"Sometimes, I really fucking hate this world," I said, and Casey smiled.
"Really now? And here I was thinking you were 'Mr. Cool and collected' about everything."
I sighed.
"I don't have to pretend with you, do I?"
She smiled, then shook her head.
"The otherworlder who the Kobalt worship; his name was Hans, I think."
"An actual otherworlder?"
I nodded.
"Raul and I ran into him on the night we met Danica," I began, and she studied me.
"Raul never mentioned another otherworlder," she said. "So, he's been alive all this time."
"Well, sort of. Technically, he's a monster now."
Casey frowned.
"We can turn into monsters? How?"
"I have no idea how, but apparently Irileth defeated him and 'turned' him."
"Turned?"
"Danica's word," I explained, and she nodded. "Anyway, these monsters; the geisterung, the aufhΓΆcker... they're his spawns."
"Huh...? I'm still trying to grapple with this 'humans turned into monsters' thing," she said, and I snickered a little bit.
"Well, you haven't heard the worst of it yet; Irileth was also human."
"So, someone turned Irileth?" she asked, and I shook my head.
"Not someone, per say... but a particular company," I said suggestively, and her eyes went wide.
"The company turns us into monsters?"
"Danica said that that's what happens when we buy a ticket home; because that's exactly what Irileth did."
Casey frowned.
"Then there's no way for us to ever leave..." she muttered, and I nodded, letting out another sigh as I stared off into the tree tops above.
"Do we tell the others?" she finally asked, and I shook my head.
"I don't think it changes our current course... maybe give them time to settle in, before breaking that kind of news."
She nodded in agreement, before suddenly leaning down to kiss me.
"What was that for?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"Well... you did almost die. And I was worried out of my mind while you were unconscious. Besides, I've gotta enjoy the alone time while I'm still getting it... before, you know, you go off and find the next girl to impregnate," she teased.
"That girl could be you," I replied teasingly, and she rolled her eyes at me.
"Not a chance in fucking hell."
I chuckled a little at the extreme reaction.
"What do you have against kids?" I asked. "Were you abused as a child or something?"
"For your information, I had a
fantastic
fucking childhood," she shot.
"Then what?"
She sighed.
"It's personal," she said, and I shrugged.
"Your body, your rules," I admitted, and she smiled, then leaned in to kiss me again.
"Wha- Hey! I fucking saw that!" Bianca yelled, and I shot a concerned look over to the edge of the cart as she leapt onto it, and made an awkward attempt at swinging herself up.
"Christ, can you help her?" Casey asked, as she tried in vain to pull the girl up with her one hand, and Bianca made a whining sound as she dangled dangerously from the cart.
I helped Bianca up, and as she landed with a plop beside me, she folded her hands crossly.
"You're sleeping with Nate!" she declared.
"Shh, keep your fucking voice down," Casey chided, shooting a worried look around.
"Well? Are you?"
"Could you fucking control your girlfriend?" Casey asked, and Bianca shot her an angry glare.
"Oh,
I'm
his girlfriend? You're the one who's fucking him, and besides... he won't even touch me!" she said.
"Wait... you're not sleeping with her?" Casey asked, and as I shook my head, she smiled a little.
Real subtle
, I thought, as Bianca fumed.
"Arghhh! Admit it! You're fucking him!"
"I'm not!" Casey declared, blushing a little, and Bianca began to scrutinize her.
"Then what was that lovey-dovey kiss about?"
Casey was beet red, and seemed quite flustered.
"H-he almost died, okay? I just... got a little sentimental!" she said defensively, and Bianca folded her arms.
"Fine, then. Admit that you wanna have sex with him!"
"Ugh, I do not need this! Just- call me when you're done playing around with your girlfriend," Casey said, and I snickered a little her response.
You can be so cute sometimes,
I thought, and she eyed me, as if trying to read my expression.
As she tried to storm off, however, she quickly realized that she couldn't get down from the cart, even as it stopped moving for her to do so, so I quickly moved over to help her down.
I shot her an apologetic look, but the teasing smile on her face told me that she didn't mind quite so much as her reaction would have suggested.
"So, how does she get to have sex with you and I don't?" Bianca asked.
"Why are you sure that she's getting sex?" I asked.
"That kiss said it all," she replied. "You can lie to me if you want; everyone does anyway. And I don't even care if you're fucking her, I just wanna know why you won't do anything with me if you're fucking her!"
I took Bianca's hand, and she moved to my side, studying me intently.
"She's gonna be embarrassed if you tell everyone else," I said, and she nodded. "Casey is in a vulnerable state; I guess everyone is, but... she's endured more than what most of us have. I started offering her emotional support, and I guess that evolved into something more than that."
"But- but I'm in a vulnerable emotional state. No-one even likes me! You could be my support too," she pleaded, and I chuckled a little at her argument.
"I could be, but... I want more than that for you," I said, and she eyed me with suspicion.
"That sounds like you're just making an excuse," she replied. "You know, if you don't want me, you can just tell me that!"
She yanked her hand angrily from my grasp, but her expression softened as I reached for her hand again, a sincere expression on my face.
"Bianca. I want you," I said. "I want you in exactly all of the ways you want me to want you, but-"
"Why is there a 'but'?" she whined.
"Because it's an important but. I don't just want you, Bianca... I want you to be happy."
"Then just take me. I don't want anything except that!"