Heating Blanket Light Blinking Novels & Stories

It’s not the same as a hospital, but compared to what’s outside, it’s heaven. James is stretched out beside me, his leg splinted and padded, the foil blanket tucked snugly around him. The meds have taken the edge off his pain, and his breathing is steady. We have thermal blankets, inflatable pillows and mattresses. A stack of dehydrated foods and battery operated everything. We are fine. His eyes flicker open now and then, unfocused, before drifting shut again. I curl on my side next to him, one arm resting lightly over his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall beneath my palm. “It’s still dark,” I murmur, though I’m not sure he’s awake. “We’ve got a few hours until daylight.”

The servers in the west wing hummed louder than usual — that low, electric growl that never meant anything good. Something was wrong. I could feel it. I’d just finished shutting down my tablet when the alert system blinked again, a faint red light pulsing in the corner of the study. I frowned. I hadn’t triggered any command. “Zane?” I called out. No answer. I waited a moment, then stepped closer. The red light kept blinking, faster now, like a heartbeat on caffeine. I tapped the screen. The interface stuttered, lines of code racing across the monitor before a new window forced itself open.

Eyebrows knitting together. ‘She must be uncomfortable,’ I conclude. Maybe so much heat is not for the best. I slowly remove some of her blanket. She curls into a ball. I think about putting them back. But decide against it once I register how warm she is. I have just sat down when the whimpering begins. I am instantly by her side. I place hand on her shoulder to try and soothe her. “It’s okay, darling. It’s okay.” I softly say. She does not seem to hear me. Her breathing has turned heavy. Almost gasping.

"Don't worry. We will get you warmed up soon." After a few minutes Cia returns with a blanket. She wants to hand it over to me but Zack grabs it before I could take it from her. He looks at me with a big smile on his face. Placing his hand into his pocket and taking out a lighter. It was green with red lines on it. He starts rolling the metal spark wheel down. A flame was formed. He holds it under the blanket and it catches fire. He lets it fall to the ground. Blowing out the flame on the lighter. He stares at me with a big smile on his face.

I start gasping for air and struggle for the slightest bit of oxygen. My eyes pop open, and I try to catch my breath. I sit up in bed and pull the blanket tighter around me. Looking over at the clock, I find it is only one in the morning. I let out a sigh and lay back down in hopes of trying to fall back asleep. The lighting crystals on my nightstand are flashing red. Concerned, I pick them up, “What’s wrong?” One forces its light into a beam, like a flashlight, and directs it to my chest. Looking down, I see a red line over my heart. I touch it and find the skin isn’t warm or raised. It doesn’t hurt or anything. “Did I scratch myself?”

Each light, in the location flashes every seven seconds as if the city is winking at us via the electrical cables. Upstairs Isla is asleep wrapped in three blankets and Alexander’s worn Marine jacket the melted-token bracelet grasped tightly in her hand. Her breathing remains calm yet with each exhale the line, beneath her collarbone glows briefly resembling a lighthouse signaling ships to avoid danger. Or calling them in. I have gone without sleep for four days. None of us has. We alternate keeping vigil over her feeling her ensuring she remains warm tangible still ours.

“100.5 Angela.” “Still low but at least it’s holding steady. We need to get him back in bed. I’ve turned everything down so it doesn’t cook him but instead of a sheet the bed is covered with a heated blanket, plus the two pillows and another heated blanket to cover him with. I’m hoping that he’ll sleep better if he’s warm.”

‘It’s probably the wolfsbane in your system.’ I moved closer to her, hoping that my body heat would help. She hummed at the warmth and leaned against me. Scanning the room, she furrowed her brows, ‘Where are we?’ ‘Oh,’ I exhaled, ‘we’re at—‘ ‘I’ve been here before…’ she uttered. Jerking my head forward, ‘You couldn’t possibly have, are you sure?’ Sybil walked over with a blanket, ‘Here, this will help you warm up as the remainder of the wolfsbane leaves your body. I’ll make some tea.’ She walked over to the hob and placed her kettle down to heat up.

“I just remembered.” “Oh, um, how do you open them? I’ll do it.” “I got it.” He doesn’t look at me, and for some reason, it annoys me. “You probably won’t be able to reach it.” Stepping aside, I flick on the light and pull the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “It’s cold in here. Sorry,” he mumbles and walks through the room, reaching up and opening the vents. Warm air rushes down on me. He turns to leave and spots the unicorn on my pillow.

As he moved into the apartment, I jiggled one of my silver-lined night lights, frustrated when it flickered unpredictably. "Problem with the lights?" Nathan asked, noticing my efforts. "They keep flickering," I explained. "They're supposed to repel hostile wolves, but they're not working properly." Nathan set down the berries and approached. "Mind if I take a look? I installed similar systems in the Sterling pack guest quarters." "Be my guest," I said, stepping aside. He rolled up his sleeves and knelt to examine the light fixture. "The silver wiring is corroded. You need to replace this section."