Warning, may be triggering for some people:
Captured:
Banish’d Outcast, and Reviled


Three years ago Hannah Carrington was diagnosed with leukemia (ALL). Though she has been in remission for the past year Those with leukaemia, will bleed and bruise more easily due to the low levels of platelets (clot-forming cells) in your blood. Bleeding may also be excessive when it does occur. The symptoms of an intracranial haemorrhage include: severe headache, stiff neck, vomiting, change in mental state, such as confusion. The two most common symptoms of a gastrointestinal haemorrhage are: vomiting blood, passing stools (faeces) that are very dark or tar-like.

At this point in time Acrucis has slammed the back of her head on the ballroom floor then got hit in nearly the same spot by the hilt of Aqua’s sword which knocked her out. Since being captured she has been kicked in the stomach hard enough to cause her to fall backwards from a kneeling position then kicked again. It is my hope to portray her accurately given her illness. I did research, but this could still be flawed so if you have any additional information for me or suggestions, I'd appreciate any and all assistance.



After his visit with Valhalla, which he hadn’t been planning, and the visit with Ganymede he finally found the person he was most looking for - Acrucis. The round flashlight he held by the handle lit up the little space that she was allotted and the General stared down at the prone form on the floor. Oh how hopeless and broken an angel she looked to him laying on the ground bloody and mussed up. Biting his lip, not for the first time since arriving at the fun house he felt the sting of tears forming in his eyes, he swiftly knelt and set the flashlight down at his side. The cape was once more unfastened and this time it wasn’t dropped haphazardly to the ground, no he had a better use for it, but rather it was laid over the prone figure as he sought to shift her position into something more comfortable looking.

The coat was soon removed as well, something he had also already done once this evening in another enclosure, and this was pressed to the thin line of light on the floor of this areas entrance. Shifting around on the ground he settled by her side and pet her hair gently with gloved fingers. “I wish I had seen you sooner. Had I known you were there I would have removed you from the hotel.” The words where a whisper but the emotions louder than any words he could speak. Had someone, anyone, heard the emotions the general let slip they might be surprised by their depth but he was human - oh how he was human.

Sitting there he silently waited for her to rouse so he could interrigate her, not that he had any intention of doing so. He would do with her as he had with Valhalla and Ganymede and that was far from what his fellow officers, both higher and lower, would expect of him but he couldn’t find it within himself to give a damn what anyone else thought of his actions or inactions.

Acrucis’ breathing remained shallow at best; neigh existent except to those close enough to see the slight rise and fall of her chest. For a moment there was absolute peace just as there had been in one of her more recent dreams; the last final moments of remembrance on her homeworld before the clouds above closed save for one ray of light that shone around her.

Warmth; a forgotten sensation as her prone body lay in repose against the cold floor where even the blood she had coughed up chilled upon landing. It surrounded her in its loving embrace as a heavy veil was draped over her bringing comfort where there otherwise was none; grounding her as the world continued to sway.

The fingers that carefully ran through her hair was like the gentle lapping of waves against her conscious; calm and soothing amidst the pain brought on by the two lieutenants. Till they brushed against one of the more tender spots on the back of her head causing her eyebrows to furrow.

Pain, the only indication that she still lived.

Ever so slowly her eyelids parted only slightly just to close once more in a slow blink. A small sound of discomfort escaped her unbidden as she hazarded an actual breath only to feel the muscles in her chest and abdomen tense and ribs shoot a sharp sensation through her already bruised body.

Try as she might to look up and see the face of the one who tended to her carefully, Acrucis’ head would not turn. Locked in the position it was in, she felt the sting of warm tears slide down her face when panic started to rise and the taste of bloody bile returned once more. No matter how much it hurt there was no stopping the fit of coughs that racked her frail form, short quick motions that made her body cry out.

Death would indeed be far kinder than this...

The light he had brought might have shown her face to him but he hadn’t noticed her brows furrow as he pet her hair gently. He ignored the sticky spots were blood matted her hair and marred her skin. Someone had hit her, hard, no doubt someone had come to visit her before he had, or that blond Lieutenant had decided to take some anger out on her- neither idea pleased him. He would be watching him as closely as he could, for various reasons but all pertaining to this mission.

While he hadn’t noticed her pained expression he did notice the change in breath and he startled for a moment, his hand jerking against her hair and he shifted his position. “Acrucis?” He questioned softly. Moving the light closer to watch her he waited with baited breath to see what she’d do. Benitoite really hoped she’d open her eyes so he could speak with her. He wanted to make sure she was alright, and not just because he’d told Valhalla he’d be doing such. There was far more to it than that; at least here.

Lit up by the flashlight were the tears which sprang up from her eyes and trailed down her face. The sight, the tears, and the mess; the way she looked was almost enough to bring tears down his own cheeks but he fought them off; blinking them away.

With his own battle against tears won he reached out with gentle fingers to wipe hers away. “Shhh, it’s ok. I’m here now.” She didn’t look good and that became even more apparent when she started to cough and he saw the blood hit the cold ground. Cringing he gently leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, moving his face into her line of sight. “I’ll get someone to help you….someone hurt you terribly.” And they had best watch themselves. He would find out who and he would find a way of paying them back, something from in the shadows. There would be payback dealt for hurting her - she was under his protection. People may not know it but they’d reap the consequences of injuring her none the less.

Benitoite’s voice reached out to her through the hazy fog that clouded her mind from the consciousness world which fought so freverently to reclaim her weary mind; and like a distant star on the blackest of nights she followed it unquestioningly.

Wisps of familiar ashen blond hair brushed against her face, “Ben-nin-...” she attempted to whispered his name, a sound that had been so soft he would have missed it had he not of been so near.

Slowly he lifted his head and gently pressed a single digit to her lips. “Shh...do not rush or push yourself. You were beaten up rather badly. Take it slowly and tell me what you can.” Leaning in again. He knew she was beaten up but was clueless to the extent and that talking would be almost impossible now, in a few minutes from now, an hour from now. It wouldn’t get better. It wasn’t just the energy pulled from her and just waking. It was more than that. he hadn’t a clue.

Fear gripped her heart with sharp taloned claws and so she did as he asked of her. Closing her eyes she drew in one shallow yet steady breath to calm herself before trying to speak once more. “I-I’m scared” her lower lip began to quiver yet she pushed herself still. “I’m so scared.” She repeated once more.

Hearing her words, noting the quiver in her lips, which as close as he was he couldn’t help but see, he reached forward with a hand and gently touched her hair. “It’ll be alright. I’ll make sure you’re ok. You don’t look well...you look worse than the other two I saw.” He didn’t like knowing that she was scared but he couldn’t fault her either; he’d be scared himself if the roles were reversed. “What happened? Please...so I can help.” He needed to know so he knew what to do with her and how to make it better.

“My stomach” was all Acrucis could whisper before the coughing resumed more aggressively than before.

Panic gripped her heart making her blood run cold. Between the immense discomfort she was already in, coupled with the metallic taste in her mouth, the inability to calm down enough to steady her breathing caused her stomach to churn as a wave of nausea washed over her.

He’d heard the warning but didn’t have the time to properly react, as his mind had needed a moment to process the words. It was that moment, and the time it took to move, that resulted in blood spattering his otherwise nice and clean boots.

Under the weight of his heavy cape her body trembled as if the world had gone cold. Something was wrong, very very wrong. Too much came up considering she had barely eaten anything prior to arriving at the hotel and she hadn’t been there long enough before all hell broke loose to even grab a snack.

Being elbowed by mistake or punched in the gut by a civilian is one thing, however, being kicked not once but twice by a lieutenant was more than overkill not to mention the multiple blows to her head she sustained both pre and post capture. For someone with her condition who has been constantly advised by doctors and nurses to avoid crowds and be careful, this did not bode well.

“Shhh...let me go and see if I can’t find some water and something else to help.” Water to remove the taste, he for one didn’t like the taste of blood in his mouth and was sure she didn’t either. As for the anything else...well, a blanket would be nice perhaps since she was obviously not holding up well and if she lost blood, via coughing it up or other means, she’d start to get colder than she already was and that was no good for anyone involved. But he also wanted to find someone to help her. He couldn’t say it aloud but he needed to help Acrucis and see to it that she was ok was because he cared.

Once more she rested her feverish forehead upon the cold ground and closed her eyes. So much did she wish to beg him not to leave, fearful that the two lieutenants would return; an encounter she did not believe she would survive assuming she made it through this one. The words, however, were absent as she struggled not to slip back into unconsciousness. I’m sorry, i’m so sorry… please… please forgive me