Chapter 4: Un-Knowing & Home
You woke before the station staff had time to call an ambulance though they tried to insist on calling one anyway, just to be safe and, to be honest, I agreed, but you flatly refused.
"I’m fine. It’s just some anemia."
"But-"
"Thank you for your help, but I’m really fine. Misha, let’s go."
And so we did. Up and out of the first aid room and back to the beating heart of the train station.
"Are you really anemic?" I asked quietly.
You gave me A Look. "Do I look anemic to you?" you asked.
I looked you up and down. "I honestly have no idea," I replied truthfully.
You chuckled. I think that was probably the first time I’d seen an expression on your face that wasn’t sour or cross. "I’m just a little unwell," you said. "Not anemic."
"Right... Should you go to a doctor?"
"No," was your immediate reply. "Hey, didn’t you want to know why most people don’t know about all this supernatural stuff?"