Trent.... -sigh- Chapter 9

"good morning, Mel we have to go"
"Well you're strait and to the point this morning" I mumbled with sleep still thick in my eyes. I tried to wipe out the foggy film but a hand gently swept my hands out of my eyes.
"Mel, I already let you sleep for an extra 20 minutes, we have to go. you're clothes are over there..." He pointed to the far exam room, the one usually reserved for 'femminine visits'. I protested a little bit, by pulling the covers over my head like a school girl, but he yanked off the pure white blanket and pulled me out.
"Trent! Can't I get dressed on the Train? It's 4 in the morning for pete's sake, I usually don't get up till six..." I whined immiturely. He laughed a little but quickly got back to his serious face.
"Mel," he rolled his eyes and contiued to lead me like a puppy to the room, "They don't have bathrooms on the train... Come on, we have to leave in 10 minutes!" I broke free of his grip and sighed again.
"Fine, I'll get dressed, but you'll be my pillow on the train, got it?" I Slyly smiled as I closed the door.

After we arrived at the train station near Gotz's house [how does he stand the noise?] Trent flashed our tickets at the Teller and borded the train.

The train was far different then the one that I took from the city to here. This train was very old fashioned and rustic, and of course, they didn't have a bathroom. we got into our booth, which was very 'cozy' as they would say in mineral town, and we waited for it to start moving.
"Hey Mel," Trent turned to me with his honey sweet smile, "We need to change your bandages now, Ok?" I nodded very slowly, as I was still half, ok, maybe three-fourths asleep. He went into his briefcase, which I had just noticed was sitting next to him, and pulled out some doctorly thing, and he proceeded to change the bandages. When I got a good look at the wounds on my body, I nearly fainted all over. They were easily 9-12 inches long Each, and they were still a bit bloody and grizzly to look at. There was a plump man, who had black hair pulled back into a ponytail sitting across the booth from us who looked like he was about to vomit.
"Sir, do you really need to do that here? It's very disturbing" The man complained. It didn't look like Trent was paying attention until the man said 'disturbing', at that, he sat up and looked the guy strait in the eye.
"Excuse me, but if I don't change her bandages now, it would risk giving her Infections, blood poisoning, paralysis, etcetera.... especially since she already has a comprimised immune system! If you can't handle it then get out." he said sternly and then went back to fussing with the bandages. The man huffed and puffed and walked right out of the booth, swearing under his breath.
"Trent, do I really have a comprimised immune system?" I asked sleepily. He patted my head lightly, like I was a little puppy and said, "Not really, I just told him that because I wanted him to back off." I smiled a little and then fell asleep in his arms.


When I awoke, the train was gone, and in place was a sweet meadow, gleaming with sweet little tulips and toyflowers, and moonblossoms. The air was mountainy and springy, just like a bottle of dish soap from the city. Trent was carrying me, and there was a creepy old man, and a young girl standing around me.
"Trent! I think she's awake now!" the girl said. She had this sing-song voice that was like bells and baby dolls, and she was dancing around trent, the man and me like a ballerina. Her brunette hair was kept in place with some form of kercheif or bonnet, which bounced as she ran off to the house that was farther back on the meadow. Trent tried to smile, but it came out more like a "What the....?" Look.
"Hey mel, you fell asleep back there on the train, I didn't want to wake you again though" He sheepishly laughed. I stood up, trying to avoid stepping on his hand, and smiled sweetly.
"thanks... so what are we going to do now?" I asked as the brunette girl returned with a black haired man that looked as if he was trying to hard to be an elvis impersonator.
"Trent! Marlin needs a refill on his medicine, and Hardy said that he was going to stop treating the public!" The girl cried. she snapped out of it fast because she ran up to me, leaving the man out in the dust.
"By the way, I'm Celia, and this is my Fiancee, Marlin" She giggled. I tried not to roll my eyes, but I sort of did.
"Hi Celia, I'm Mel. Nice to meet you..."


~To be continued