“We should help her, Sora.”
“We help ourselves, not strangers. You know that. You speak like a child. What have I told you?”
The voices faded. Arling waited, but weariness overcame her and she slept anew. This time there were no dreams. When she woke again, the darkness and the lethargy were still there.
And the voices were back.
“She should not be left alone.”
“Others have been here with her. Not that long ago. They will return for her soon enough. We should be gone when they do.”
“We cannot know if they will return or not, can we? Those who were with her may have abandoned her. They may think her dead. Or even wish her so.”
“There is nothing to suggest that any of that is true.”
“Why was she left alone, then? Why does she lie here untended? If they are family or friends, why would they go off and leave her even for a moment’s time?”
“This isn’t our business!”
“Helping others is everyone’s business. You sound so cruel when you say such things! Where is your compassion?”
“I have enough trouble looking after you and me! Stop arguing about this. You know we can’t become involved!”
A long silence. This time she did manage to open her eyes, if only a little, seeing loose pants tucked in work boots on one, ragged skirt hanging over worn, scuffed half boots on the other.
Her eyes closed again.
“Well, I won’t let you leave her like this. We found her, and now she is our responsibility. She should be taken to where she will be looked after. This crash was not her fault. Her injuries were not her doing.”
Arling tried to speak then, but the words would not come. Instead, she could only manage a low groan, one that sounded frightened and painful even to her.
“There, you see? She needs us! She is begging for our help!”
“She said nothing; she made a sound, and it could signify anything.”
Help me, Arling thought, suddenly afraid that she would be left alone again—that even as her sister and her mother had left her, so, too, would these unknowns who hovered over her. She did not want that to happen. She did not think she could stand to be left alone again.
Hands touched her once more, this time resting gently across her forehead for long moments before moving away.
“She has a fever. She needs medicine and rest. Leave her here and you are killing her. Deliberately.”
“Her companions will look after her.”
“What companions? Do you see any? Besides, if they were any sort of companions at all, they would be looking after her now.”
“And if you are wrong about them, and if they come looking for her and find her missing? Then what? They will come looking for us! That might not be so welcome as you seem to think.”
“You always expect the worst. Try looking at it a different way. What if we save her life?”
“You ignore reality when you talk that way. You act as if you lack knowledge of the world.”
“I would rather it be my way than yours.”
A pause. “It doesn’t matter what you say. We should not involve ourselves. What would you have us do, anyway? I won’t stay here and risk being caught.”
“No, I don’t suppose so. Something else, then.”
“There is nothing else!”
“Don’t just dismiss me like that. Think of something!”
Arling drifted away again, riding the crest of her lethargy and weariness, returning to darkness and silence. Nothing disturbed her journey. She was buoyed by a deep sense of peacefulness, wrapped in a promise of safety and well-being. She could not determine its source, could not decide from whence it came. But it bore her on through time and held her with the firm gentleness of her mother’s arms and she gave herself over to it.