Vocab story cont.

Vocab story cont.

Kage's eyes creaked open, his mind in a sort of hazy fog. He was laid down in a bed covered with white sheets and a light blanket. Almost everything in the small room was white and there were odd machines that he saw were looming in the corner. He did not move his head at all but stared at the ceiling for the longest time before looking down at his left arm to confirm his fears. The arm was only as long as to his dismembered elbow then nothing more, it was wrapped tightly in bandages that were being held on by small metal clips and wrapping around his shoulder as well. He figured he must be on many types of very strong pain killers, but his mind kept coming back to how his arm was no longer there and could not move the stub that was left without feeling guilty that the man had to carry him so far.
“Is he really going to pay for my hospital bill?...He doesn't have to...But I didn't bring any money. Geez I'm stupid...” He thought to himself while he daydreamed about being a cripple for the rest of his life. He sat up slowly moving the pillows behind him for support, gazing out the window at the dark sky he wondered what town lay outside the walls of the hospital that he lay in the care of.
The door opened silently and the man walked into the room, the soles of his shoes treading lightly on the tile floor.
“Hey kid. How ya doing?” Sleepily strolling over to his bed side he placed a warm cloth on the boys forehead. “This always helps to relax me, it may work for you.” He smiled.
“I guess I'm doing fine. Um, about last night, I'm really sorry you had to carry me all the way here. I feel really bad about that.” Kage moved around to find a better position in the bed.
The man laughed heartily and put a hand softly on his shoulder being careful not to irritate the already serious wound. “It was my choice to bring you here, I believe that I saw no one else in the woods at the time. And I am so sorry about your arm, it must feel like the worst thing in the world right now.” He unlatched his pack from his shoulder and brought out a blanket with deer and bison sewn all over the very native American looking design. He laid it over the boy and smiled again comfortingly. “Besides, I feel rather responsible for you now.” He stated in a more serious tone.
“You really don't have to be. That was a horrible accident and it was all together my fault. But I really didn't think that the tree would act as a lightning rod.” Kage glanced toward a picture of, of course, a snapshot of the forest he had been trekking in the last couple of days, and where his arm was probably burnt into cinders along with the bark from the tree that he had made his bed for a night. His mind move more toward the expensive sword he had almost grabbed when the cursed ball of electricity decided to screw up his life.