“We’re not in the right place.” I whispered, worried.
  The man next to me scowls. All of his thick muscles tensed under his olive skin. He nearly bared his teeth at me.
  “You said it was here.” he turned to me threateningly.
  “It was! But it’s not now. It was moved. But it was recent. Within the past… week or so.” I stutter out.
  He looks at me harshly and raises his hand to strike me. I flinch back and close me eyes ready to feel the sting of his hand against my face. I wait for a moment, but nothing comes. I slowly open my eyes and see that he hasn’t moved. I relax slowly, the tension leaving one muscle at a time. Shoulders to arms. Then my hands, which I’d thrown up in my own defense, loosen and drop to my side.
  The rest of me stays strung, up tight. He motioned for me to walk, a sharp tug of his chin, and get in the car while he poked around.
  I turn to go and as I walk away I hear a strange metallic click. I stop and turn toward the noise.
  Then a loud pop.
  Then nothing. 
  I came to a few hours later, and it was still as dark as when I fell asleep, or whatever I had done. I hear noise, but my eyes, though open, see nothing. I try to sit up, but I fail. I try to move, but I can’t. I panic slightly. I can’t see, can’t move. Something is wrong here.
  But what?
  I start slowly, I give my toes a wiggle, and I feel the blanket move. Good. Next, my fingers. I keep going very slowly, and soon I am able to more a good portion of my body.
  “I wouldn’t move if I were you dearie. You’re not quite up to par yet.” a soft voice spoke.
  I try to speak but only a croak comes out,
  She shushes me and I hear her scuttle closer.
  “What was that dearie?”
  “What. . . Happened. . . To me?” I coughed out slowly. Something odd stuck to my mind, because she leaned her head toward me when I spoke and something felt off. Something about her ear felt off.
  “A Rouge shot you. I brought you to my home so my husband and I could heal you.”
  I was worried, for a moment, about the fact that I’d been brought to a home and not a hospital, but I remembered that I was in the middle of nowhere and I was lucky to be found at all. And I was alive. Alive and free.
  “I can’t see.” I said, a bit stronger now that my voice was being used.
  “We’re healing you spine bit by bit. It’s okay. Your sight isn’t’ gone forever.” As soon as she finished my vision blurred into view.
  My sight wasn’t great, but it was there.
  She was by the fire now, stirring something. I saw another figure in a small chair. I was in a large hut I supposed.
  “What’s your name?”
  “Gwydellyn,” she said.
  “That’s very pretty.” I say.
  “How are your eyes?” I hear a rough male voice speak out from the other end of the room.
  “Getting there. Blurry but there is something.” I say scrubbing at my eyes as if there was something physical blocking my vision that I could wipe away if I tried. I blink a few times, quickly. My vision clears a bit more. A good sign.
  Ok, looking closer at these people makes my ‘this is not right’ sense tingle.
  “Your ears.” I whisper shocked as I get a closer look.