Across the Universe - Beth Revis [32]
“Er... well, uh... They’re not going to be woken up until we get there.”
“Fifty years from now,” I say hollowly.
The boy nods. “Forty-nine years and 266 days from now.”
I have been frozen in ice for centuries. And yet, I have never felt more alone than I do right now, at this moment, when I realize that I am alive and aware and awake, and they are not.
16
ELDER
SHE STARTS CRYING. NOT SOFT, SAD TEARS, BUT THE ANGRY sort, like she hates the whole world, or at least the ship that’s now her world. So, I do what any reasonable person would do when faced with a crying girl.
I get the frex out of there.
A familiar beep, beep-beep fills my left ear. “Com link: Eldest,” says the soft female voice of my wi-com.
“Ignore.”
Eldest had left the Hospital as soon as Doc had begun administering post-regenerative meds to Amy. He hadn’t helped set up the IV bags or watched as they slowly dripped three full bags of nutrition and fluid into her. He wasn’t there to help us lift her onto the new bed in the Ward that Doc made up for her. He wasn’t there when she woke up, having stayed by her side for more than seven hours just so she wouldn’t have to wake up alone.
I don’t really care what he has to say right now.
What I care about is Amy. Maybe if she sees more of Godspeed, she won’t cry so much. If I can bring her a piece of her home, something that reminds her of Sol-Earth, maybe she’ll...
I head straight to the garden just behind the Hospital. The garden is full of blooms right now, but I know what I want—the large yellow and orange flowers growing near the pond, the ones with streaks of color almost as brilly as Amy’s hair.
It takes me a moment to find them; there’re only a few blooms left, their big heads drooping toward the pond water. I kneel, ignoring the muddy stains seeping into my trousers, and break the stems of half a dozen flowers. The petals are as long as my fingers, curling at the ends, and their honey-like scent drifts lazily to my nose.
“Elder.”
Shite. I turn to face Eldest, my fingers tightening around the stems.
“You ignored my com.” His voice is low, monotone.
“I was busy.”
His cold eyes drop to the flowers in my hand. “Clearly.”
I start back toward the Hospital. Eldest follows me.
“You’re forgetting your duties. You have yet to complete the assignment I gave you yesterday.”
“It can wait.”
I start to climb the steps leading back to the Hospital, but Eldest grabs my shirt collar and drags me back.
“Being leader of the ship is more important than any girl.”
I nod. He is right.
“She shouldn’t even be here in the first place,” Eldest mumbles. “What a nuisance.”
I crush the flower stems into my palms.
“A nuisance?” Now my voice is a low monotone.
“Her presence is bad for the ship. Difference. The first cause of discord.”
Something roars in protest inside me. This is not the kind of leader I want to learn to be—one so coldly indifferent to Amy. Yesterday, Eldest told me that it was my job to protect the people. I didn’t know he just meant our people.
“Now go back to the Keeper Level and work on that assignment.”
“No.”
Eldest’s eyes widen, then narrow. “No?”
“No.” I rip myself from his grip and head to the Hospital elevator. Before the doors slide shut, Eldest steps inside with me.
“I don’t have time for your childishness. I’ll tell you once more. Go back to the Keeper Level.”
“No,” I say, still smiling, but it’s all a front to hide my fear. Eldest cannot stand rebellion, and I’ve never pushed back at him this hard before. Part of me wants to take it all back, apologize, and obey him like I always have. Part of me wishes he’d take a swing at me so I could punch him back.
Eldest raises his left hand to his wi-com button.
“Keeper override; Eldest clearance,” he says, and my stomach lurches. This can’t be good. “Command: apply noise modification enhancer to wi-com Elder. Vary tone and pitch. Intensity level: three. Cease at subject’s entry to the Keeper Level.”