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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:09 pm
"I'm sorry, Maryke," Emerwyn said, even softer than her usual hushed tones. "This will make the pain stop... once I am through."
She continued to clean around the edges, removing blood from her skin, and dabbing her fur.
It was then that she took a much longer, broader piece of fabric and tied it around the wound as best as she could.
"Now you must rest. Just close your eyes, and breathe deep. I shall make you some tea."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:14 pm
"Oh...okay," Maryke nodded. Slowly, just barely. She wanted to say thank you to Emerwyn. Say so many words on how she appreciated this kind act and how someone like her didn't deserve it. But the words were lost on their way to her lips. Maybe it was unspoke and she would know without Maryke having to utter them.
So, she did as she was told and closed her eyes, feeling her breath finally return to normal. Her arm was sore and pained, but it would heal. It'd probably scare as unlucky as she was at times. And that thought only devastated her. But she was alive and that's what mattered.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:21 pm
Emerwyn smiled, then disappeared to prepare some tea for her.
When it was done, she set a steaming cup on the table beside Maryke. "Here," she said. "Drink, when you are ready. It is yet very hot.
Sleep as long as you need, and you may leave when you are able. Be careful, and do not over-exert yourself. I shall be right here if you need me."
And she sat herself down with her papers. Now she was being forced to emmerce herself once again in her words. She needed to stay by Maryke until she was better, and she wasn't going to simply watch her for hours.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:34 pm
Sleep came quickly in her weakened state and the sleep she had was both troublesome and restless. It wasn't just from her wound, it was so many coupled things put together like some proverbial puzzle that some sadisitic maker threw at her. Had she been someone else, anyone else she probably wouldn't have been affected as much as she was. But Maryke was different and so while she slept she moaned, or whimper, sometimes she mumbled words about memories pushed down. Things that only she would know the meaning to.
When she did finally wake, which was exactly one hour and two minutes later, she leaned up slightly. Her head was spinning but she felt better, even stronger then when she had first arrived. She blinked once and then looked over at the tea. It had long since grown cold, but she drank it down in one gulp anyway. The heady feeling lessoned with just that and soon her own smell assaulted her nose. She looked over to where Emerwyn was, never catching the last kind words that were spoken to her because she had fallen asleep. But still deep down she knew how much she'd helped her.
And for that she was even a little embarrassed. She'd never needed help, not from anyone. And she felt so helpless in the moment. It was a scary thought, and Maryke never liked to be scared. So she stood, slowly and cautiously with small groans as she did it. Once she did she whispered thanks, upon thanks. Promising to repay the favor back to Emerwyn, remembering she'd hellped her when she last changed. She didn't know how she could repay her, only that she was for damn sure going to try.
With that, she shuffled off towards her own duplex. Going to shower and self treat herself, forget about what had happened. Like she'd done her whole life.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:42 pm
Emerwyn was not able to concentrate much on her work, and she would constantly rise to check that Maryke was breathing properly, that her cloth remained damp, and that the wound had successfully ceased flowing.
When Maryke got up, she rose as well, watching to make sure she was really alright.
Once she saw that she was able to stand, and speak to her, she settled. Emerwyn smiled sweetly at her, assuring her that she was always willing to help her if ever she needed it.
A small clasp of Maryke's hand, and Emerwyn let her go.
Then, she turned back to stare blankly at the pages upon pages of notes. How much longer?
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