The Trauma

In the car, I took off my shoes and wrapped myself with a blanket. However, I still felt the chill. That fishy smell still lingered in my nostrils.  Psst... Carroll quickly held a bag in front of me. I held the bag and threw up like mad. I didn't have breakfast this morning, so I got my bitter bile out. Our car drove past a few armored vehicles that looked like tanks. There was no symbol on them, apart from the big B. When I stopped vomiting, Carroll wrapped me with another blanket.  His slender fingers were on my forehead. I huddled up in his arms but still shivered. "No fever. I feel cold." "Relax. I am here to protect you." Carroll massaged my numb head with his fingers.  The massage was comfortable. However, I still felt bad.  Back in Bamboo Pavilion, Lina was standing at the door.  "Be good, and let Lina check up on you." Carroll pinched my face. His voice was as gentle as the breeze in the summer dusk. I walked to Lina and said in a trembling voice, "Let's go." After a bow, Lina