It was about 1:45 in the morning and I couldn't sleep. Everyone else was fast down and practically fell under the moment their heads hit the pillows. But not me, I was still awake in fear. Fear of anyone killing me. It was hard for me to trust anyone and especially strangers. Sure Monica and Michael know each other, but I don't, and how do they know each other anyway? I felt tired and wanted to sleep, but couldn't.

Plus I didn't want another nightmare. I've been having them over and over again and again and I can't take the risk of witnessing him anymore. I'm driven more and more insane every moment I see him and the more insane I am, the worse it continues and the cycle repeats never ending. I don't know anything anymore... Do I even like my friends for saving me? Or do they not understand my pain?

But I started to think also, Is what He said true? I can't run forever, and I'll die anyway, so why do I hide? There's no known way to stop him either, so why? Why don't I just turn myself in and make it easy and painless? The world ends eventually, and so does my life, so am I really just belaying an inevitable fate? I don't know my own morality anymore.

"Ranger?" There was a quiet, struggled whisper behind me. It was Taylor. "Are you alright?"

I gave a sigh. "No I can't sleep. I'm afraid to."

"Is it because of Herobrine?"

"Yes and No... because of everything else wanting me dead. Is what Herobrine said true? That I really am just belaying an inevitable fate?"

I felt a warm embrace from behind, a hug. Taylor smiled at me and I felt his warmth and closed my eyes.
"I know your afraid Ranger, but I won't let anyone kill you. We're gonna find a way to fix this and your gonna come back home."
He pulled me back onto the floor with him we smiled and hugged each other.

"Wake-up love birds." A voice echoed. I rubbed my eyes to see Jake above me. I also notice Taylor, who's also half asleep his arms are around me. When He noticed what's going on he screamed a little and tried to scurry away.

"If you say anything Jake..." Taylor grumbled.

"Look, were gonna try and fix Nate's foot." Jake showed us to another room where Nate was on a bed and Micheal had some items around him. Rubbing alcohol, some fresh water,  and a big white gauze wrap, along with a few other trinkets. Micheal was at the end of the bed with Nate's foot. The door was shut.

"This room is sound proof. Alright I'm ready. Nate?"

"I'll never be ready so just do it now." He complained.

"Please don't kill me for doing this." Michael took a pair of pliers, yes pliers, and grabbed the glass shard firmly. He went to pull at it but Nate jerked his leg back

"Grahhh!!" Nate grunted in pain. "This isn't going to work... someone beat me over the head with a hard do-dad or something."

"I'm on it!!" Said Jake with a more then he should be cheery sound to his voice. They don't like each other... so it makes sense Jake would be elated to beat Nate over the head with a baseball bat.

"No Jake, we'll make it work. I'll hold his leg down." Monica went over and grabbed his lower leg and pushed it down. Jake also assisted in holding him down. I walked over near the bed.

"Here's my hand, squeeze it if it hurts."

Nate gave me a worried look, but then nodded and grabbed my hand fast, holding tight as if for dear life. Michael once more grabbed the glass and pulled.
Oh the noise, not just Nate's grunting, moaning and heavy breathing, but I could hear the noise of blood, pus, skin and whatever else was stuck all around the glass as it moved. Ullg made me sick thinking about it. This sharp and thick piece of glass shoved right up your heel and making all those almost squishy sounds. Glass should not be making squishy sounds! They had gotten his shoe off by cutting it open so it was just his foot.

With a final tug, the glass shard came right out, almost sending Michael flying back with his force from pulling it still on him. Nate screeched in pain and squeezed my hand tight, almost hurting me, but I didn't say or do anything. His noise, I swore I saw a tear come from him. That would be the first rime I've ever seen him shed a tear.

His foot leaked fresh blood and a mess of everything else from dirt and grass stuck inside, creating this mess of red and white smell of rot. Michael has squeezed his foot a little to get some fresh blood to flow out the dirty. 
"The worse has yet to come." Michael explained. He held up a bowl of tepid water and dipped his foot in it. Nate screeched again trying to move his foot around, but Monica had an iron grip. Michael was swishing water around, trying to get as much of any possible residue out of his foot. The water was soon turning red brown with grass blades and white globs. He then took the rubbing alcohol and poured some on a cloth to clean inside the wound.

"It's OK Nate, your doing great."

"Shut up b-Bitch!" He cursed at me. I was shocked a little, but I couldn't be angry, He's in a lot of pain. I just tolerated it as he held harder.

Michael then washed the wound clean with fresh water and dried it thoroughly. He then put some kind of clear antibacterial salve over the wound before finally wrapping it with a strong bandage. He sighed in relief,  "Best stay off it for a while."

"No shit, like I'm gonna walk on it right now?!" He growled.

I glanced down to the water that was used to clean his foot. It was a mess of brownish red with floating white globs of pus and blades of grass. Ewwww!! I wanted to vomit! Michael went and took the bowl away, and thank Notch because I wasn't about to want to be the one to clean that thing. Everyone else started to leave the room.

I was about to leave also when Nathan asked me to wait until everyone else was gone. When they did, he asked I closed the door and I did. I went back over to his bed side.

"I'm sorry I called you a Bitch." He sighed.

"Don't be. You're in a lot of pain and--"

"No, its still not right of me to have said that, even in pain. I just don't know what happened. Something just came over me. I almost didn't feel like myself. I'm so weak I cried at that... I'm annoyed at this."

"Nate, stop. You're not weak, so don't be annoyed by your pain or be irritated by what you think is weakness. Going thought that kind of thing isn't easy."

I frowned at Nate and hugged him. Nate's had a rough life losing his mother at a young age, having his blood born father try and kill him, and being raised by his step dad alone. He hasn't had the greatest start. He seemed to mature a lot faster then the rest of us, but that also meant he matured faster in other ways. He probably didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Say Ranger..." He looked downward. "I overheard you last night with Taylor."

"Y-You did?!"

"Yeah, but not just that..." He looked back up to me. "I herd you muttering in your sleep. You were saying things like 'He is your blood' and 'Lands of emptiness.' What were you dreaming about?"

"I... I don't know. I don't remember dreaming about anything."

"Well it must have been painful or something, because you were breathing heavily and spazzing, random kicks as well. Taylor held you tighter when you were scared, though I'm pretty sure it was his sleep self doing it."

"Hey Ranger? Monica wants you!" Taylor yelled from the other room. I looked at Nathan and got up, and in silence shut the door behind me. I frowned about what he was saying. I don't remember dreaming about anything last night... why was I talking? 

You all get 2 chapters today because I don't know if I'll be able to update next week