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 Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 6:25 pm
Again he heard his name like it was from some distance away. There was a light above him. Golden hair and overbright eyes. In any other circumstance, he would have been relieved to see Yvoire. Now? He didn’t want anyone to cry, especially not for him. He didn’t know what to do about that.
“‘M sorry,” he mumbled dazedly, finding it difficult to put any volume in his voice.
“Are you okay?” he asked slowly, careful not to choke on the words.
It was bad enough that he could barely move. The pain was there. Every time he tried to breathe. Moving wasn’t an option. And it was cold… He could still feel the tears in his eyes and he tried blinking them away, not wanting to seem like he was being a baby over nothing.
Okay, maybe it was a little more than nothing, but he’d had worse. Probably. Maybe not.
“This is-- bullshi--” he muttered and let himself close his eyes to rest. Naturally, he gained the power of a Knight, only to be beaten down by a Captain. He hated it. What was the point of getting that power if it didn’t matter? Or had it mattered enough to hold off the Captain until the Eternal arrived? He still couldn’t see who it was. Everything was swimming in his vision, but keeping his eyes closed made it stop for a bit.
Except he was so tired.
The word hospital poked through the muffled sounds around him, and he grimaced and tried shaking his head. “Please don’t--”
He wanted to tell them how it would be so obvious if a person was taken to the hospital with a stab wound from something other than a knife. If the Negaverse was keeping an eye on the emergency rooms, they’d know right away who he was. And that would put too many at risk.
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 6:25 pm
“I’m okay,” Yvoire said, even if he wasn’t.
He wasn’t hurt. Not really. A little sore, maybe, but he’d recover in a few days. The Captain had gone easy on him. Yvoire didn’t know why. Maybe she’d decided he wasn’t worth the trouble, that Reims was the better prize.
Yvoire brushed a tear from the corner of Reims’ eye. His tears were warm, but his skin felt a bit cold. Yvoire swallowed, his heart beating so fast it felt like it might explode.
“You need help,” he croaked, unable to disguise his own crying.- Lucasta sighed. The boy wouldn’t make it without medical attention. Certain magics could help, of course, but he might not survive before enough of the right people arrived. Stubbornness would only get him so far before the blood loss or the internal damage took him.
Then again, he might not make it long enough to get to a hospital either.
“We may not have a choice either way,” she said. “You’re in very bad shape.”
She tried to be gentle. The boys were young—Ephesus’ and Amarynthos’ age if she had to take a guess. They shouldn’t be in this position, but they were and nothing could change that now. They should know the truth. They should understand what might happen. Lying to them would be a cruelty neither of them deserved.- Ganymede followed after Yvoire and Lucasta. She looked down at Reims, a boy she remembered from Cybele’s games, and from Fang—coming over to take Yvoire from Valhalla, so stubborn and righteous. He belonged to the moon of Ganymede, to the grand cathedral where kings had once been crowned. She remembered sunlight streaming through stained glass, throwing splotches of color across the floor.
“Sessrumnir can help,” she said instead of arguing against Reims’ request. “Any hospital would be a risk. That’s a unique wound. If Yvoire powers down, he might bleed out. If he stays powered up, whoever treats Reims will see Yvoire’s weapon. The Negaverse had at least one doctor who treated me. We should assume there are more. They’ll be looking for patients that fit his description.”
Ganymede summoned her phone from subspace while she spoke, typing out a message that would hopefully reach Sessrumnir in seconds.
“Hang on just a little longer, Reims. Help is on the way.”
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