“Maybe we got off on the wrong foot, my name is Amal. What is yours?” the woman said as she laid her hand upon Jacob’s chest, gently pushing him back down.An uncontrollable shiver spread throughout Jacob’s body from where Amal’s hand had touched his chest. “Christ you’re cold,” he exclaimed through chattering teeth. Her hand retracted slightly at his start.
The shock to his system woke him up a bit more, his eyes finally coming open wide to see her clearly for the first time. Her long, strait hair was the bright red color of autumn leaves, and it was dutifully held back by her ears, but occasionally one ear would allow the hair to fall, covering her right eye. Those eyes were an intense, almost glowing, bright blue. Her alabaster skin seemed to flush faintly in the flickering light of the fire. She wore a light green knee-length sleeveless dress with tan piping and light brown embroidery near the edges. Jacob thought he had seen beauty before, but none that stole the words out of his mouth like Amal’s had done.
Amal’s cheeks flushed as she straitened up, “what… what are you… staring at?”
Jacob shook his head slightly to regain his composure, “My name is Jacob,” he spat out quickly as he scanned the room. “Where are my clothes? I need to get out of here.”
“It is nice to meet you Jacob.” Amal gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed. “Your clothes are right here next to the bed. You are not dreaming. You need to stay still though. You may have what your people call, a ‘concussion,’ is that right?”
“Yeah, its possible, but I’m no doctor.”
“Are those the people that worship the glowing blue cross? I have always wondered why so many of your people go into those places.”
“Glowing blue cross? You mean the hospital?”
