Fictober, Prompt 4 – “I know you didn’t ask for this.”
Warnings: horror/body horror, parasite, parasite removal, blood.
I sat in the little stand of woods, huddled beneath the biggest tree, knees drawn up to my chin, arms wrapped around my legs, fingers digging into my arms hard. Too hard. I was almost certainly going to bruise myself.
Since the alternative was to start clawing my own skin off, I thought bruises were probably a better option.
I couldn’t feel it. You never could. That was the awful part.
If it hadn’t been for Lydia, I wouldn’t even have known one had attached itself to me, would still be walking around in hideous ignorance.
And they would probably already have come for me.
Rustling from the field next to this stand of trees, and I looked up quickly, watching with wary eyes until the corn and then undergrowth parted to reveal that it was just Lydia, back with (hopefully) everything she would need to get it off me.
If it wasn’t already too deep.
I shuddered even as she came over and quietly dropped the backpack she carried into the leaf litter and crouched down in front of me.
“How are you doing?”
I made myself relax one hand from its death grip on my arm and waggled my fingers in a so-so motion, not wanting to move enough to shrug.
“Well, best not wait any longer,” she said, accepting that with a nod. “Can you get your shirt off yourself?”
Taking a deep breath, I nodded tightly and forced myself to move. It felt uncomfortable, being so undressed out here in the open; it wasn’t something I’d ever done before, but the thing was on my back and I wanted this to be as easy as possible for Lydia.
“Are you sure?” I forced myself to whisper. “I know you didn’t ask for this.”
Lydia regarded me steadily for a long moment, then said, “No, I didn’t. But you asked for help, and I accepted, and I meant it. I’m not going to let them take anyone else…and least of all you.”
Oh. There was an intensity in her eyes that I hadn’t recognized before, and it made me flush. We had known each other for a long time, but not well, not until recently. But now…
Lydia didn’t seem inclined to make anything further of it just now, pulling on a headlamp with business-like motions and digging through the backpack for whatever else she needed.
Okay, I thought. Something else to deal with later. If we got a later.
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