The Tower of Living and Dying by Anna Smith Spark

Author:Anna Smith Spark
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 2018-08-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Six

Dark room. No one else even breathing. Beams of light picked out the shutters. Raised her head. Beams of light picking out a small door. The light hurt her. Very very bright in the dark. Closed her eyes again. Rough sheets. Thick soft pillows. Her skin hurt. And too hot. She pushed a leg out of the bed. Painful. Her leg hurt. Heard herself groan. It sounded odd. Far away. She coughed. Like a dog barking. Her mouth was dry. Tried to move a hand to look for a cup of water. Her hand flailed. Couldn’t move. Hurting. A dry painful sound in her throat. Too dark.

Blind, she thought. I’m blind. Her body was clammy, like she’d been running. Sticky. Been in bed a long time. Blind. Paralysed. Bed-ridden. Bandages on her head and arms. Thirsty. Blind.

The door opened. Very bright light. A figure behind it. Wavered. Too bright. Closed her eyes, whimpering. Light burned into her eyes. The figure like a ghost. Still see it. Too bright. Blind.

She thought: Bilale? My Lady? Bilale?

“Nilesh?” Janush’s voice. Worried. Relieved.

“Janush?” Her voice was so dry. Struggling to make her mouth work. Hurting. Odd.

“Nilesh. It’s all right. Lie still.”

“Water.” Opened her eyes again. Too bright. Too dark. No vision. Just shadow. Janush, flickering. Black shadow. White light. Hurting. Wrong.

“Here.” Hands on her head, lifting her. Drank water. Sweet. Cool. Bitter. Something in it.

“Janush—”

Sleep.

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