We're Mostly Made of Water

[Cake]

Oof.

Small pressure to the ribs as his body was positioned carefully, atop the point of shoulder blades. A struggle at first to lift the dead weight he became.

Nestled now over the shoulders, rising into the air as the carrier got to his feet. Kyran felt in a haze, comprehending only these facts. Physical feeling.

Adonis maybe, but the shoulders weren't massive as expected, limbs could swing freely. Kyran's long legs, dangled off one side - arms off the other. Neck and face were pressed against the other person's body, mom's necklace also dangling, cap managing to stay in place. A musty smell of blood from the other, barely noticed in his condition, nonetheless existed.

Kyran's eyelids were three quarters shut, sight mostly a blur. He caught movement of the ground below as the bodies moved. Amidst the squawk of seagulls. Blurs of white. The light of day being the only thing to help with sight in his delirium.

A Ghost? Yes, right in front of them, leading. Familiar.

Legs. Feet. Three pairs of them. One with a bandaged knee. Like the girl he had carried two days before. Behind him.

Funny if he could see himself, if he could better comprehend the situation seeing as he was in that similar position now. Kyran Dean would never be caught dead being the helpless one hefted onto someone's back as they travel halfway across wilderness.

Grass to the wood of the bridge to grass again.

Off in the distance across the bridge from where they had been, Kyran might have interpreted the sight of someone laying down on the otherside, vanishing into a crowd of white feathers and wings.

After a few minutes, some of that lightheadedness returned and so did the dim of black. Kyran faded once more. His tall frame: All Six-Foot-Two of him in a Fireman's Carry to wherever they felt was necessary. Good thing he was lean not heavy.

[[Kyran Dean Continued to: The Activity of Inactivity]]