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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 7:15 pm
Thorn felt a little like throwing up, the world seemed to be swimming around..or walking, was he floating perhaps, this felt wierd and he still wanted to hurl. His head felt like a melon and throbbed like a stubbed toe. He turned and heaved but nothing came up. The men carrying him flipped him back over and carried him to one of the healing tents. The battle was long over, he had been one of the last ones to be picked up as he was deemed well enough not to expire on the spot. Others had not been so lucky but that was the chance you took when you went to war.
This looked like a healer tent...Ime...was Ime here?
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 11:59 am
She had been trying to not think about it. Ime panicked that every person brought in may be Thorn, always glancing briefly toward the entryway of the healing tent when a new warrior appeared and then turning back to her current work. It was never him.
Now that the battle had wound down she had expected him, but he never came. The young monk hoped beyond hope that it meant Thorn was safe, that he had made it through the battle fairly untouched and was helping the others by the power of his own two feet.
With the more gravely wounded stabilized it was only a matter of keeping an eye on the group as a whole. Others were coming in with minor damage, just a few cuts and bruises as they came off the field.
Then it happened. A shock of red hair and a great bulk. Ime's blood ran cold. She'd told herself a dozen times she would remain strong if ever she saw her boyfriend wounded, but to actually see it caused her eyes to well. So much for strength.
"Bring him over here," she said, clearing her throat to try and cover the tears as she gestured to an empty bed. The men carrying Thorn laid him down and left to assist the others and Ime began to asses the damage. Her breathing picked up as she reached his chest and she cupped the side of his face. Oh, Thorn...
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 5:28 pm
Thorn grunted, he knew that touch. "Ime this happens a lot, have you noticed?" He rasped out of abused lungs. He used his unwounded arm to pat her hand. "I think I'm mostly alright, well except for the bleeding and the concussion." He squinted showing a sliver of green before closing his eyes again. Everything hurt. Except for the cheek she touched that felt cool and clear like a pool of spring water in the heart of summer's heat. He breathed in her scent as well as he could and exhaled slowly, he was safe. Ime would help, be his rock, his wonder. How had he gotten wounded? It was all really fast he had thought about heading off to her when he was still walking but then everything went dark. "Did we, did we win?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 11:00 am
Ime smiled at the attempt at humor but couldn't quite laugh. He was bleeding and bruising already. His voice was half-gone. It was hard to be amused. She watched his eyes close and began to work, inspecting the wounds that looked the worst. She began to disinfect his other arm, to clean the wounds and decide whether he would need sutures.
"Yes, we did," she said, her voice trembling against her best attempts to calm herself. At the moment she didn't feel Thorn had to know about the exile and the sudden change of tact of some of the Alkidikes. He had missed it, clearly, so how long had he been unconscious or barely there?
"Does your head hurt?" He could very well have a concussion. There were people out there with big hammers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:23 pm
"Yes it hurts, whoever it was got me right behind my crystals so there was no protection. I think theres a goose egg back there still. And if I move or its too bright out I feel like throwing up." It was not pleasant to be living in his body at the moment. "I feel like I got pulled through a knot hole backwards then dropped on my head." He groaned and stopped abruptly, his gorge had risen again and he refused to barf in front of his girlfriend. There were things one simply didn't do.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:30 pm
Ime nodded. The smaller wounds were easy to clean and bandage, but Thorn would need stitches for the worst of it. She disappeared for a moment to retrieve a numbing salve and then gently touched Thorn's chest.
"I'm going to have to stitch you up a little bit, alright? I'll numb it first." Some soft clicks and she'd spread the salve and begun prepping a needle. It would kill her to see him hurt but it had to be done. At least focusing on this task had quelled the tears and nervousness in her gut. "After that we'll see about your head, okay?" She touched the flesh beside the wound. "Can you feel that?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:35 pm
"No the throbbing in my head is quieting everything else, not to worry, Ime." She could stab him right now with a knife and he wouldn't make a peep. It would hurt her to know she was causing him pain and her pain would hurt worse then her tiny needle. He watched her eyes quietly, letting himself be mesmerized by the greenish teal color. He was safe under her hands he knew it in his bones so he rested one of his hands on her leg letting his warm sink through the clothes. He took a deep breath and relaxed everything. Tensing and needles didn't help at all, he knew that, and if it had been anyone else he might have been trying to crawl away from them but Ime had healed him before and he was not afraid.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:41 pm
Ime put her hand atop Thorn's and rubbed it with his thumb, then gave it a little squeeze. He would be okay. He was lucky this wasn't an emergency suture or there would have been no time for salves. The monk released a long breath and began to suture the wound. Her movements were deft and gentle, as gentle as one could be, but it felt like it was taking forever to heal her own love. Her eyes were focused entirely on the task at hand and she had no idea that she was even being watched.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 3:08 pm
Okay yes it tugged but it didn't really hurt, that salve was amazing. After a while his eyes darted to either side assessing the patients on either side, he was apparently in the "not too bad off section" of the healing tent. How many hours had she worked on people? How many patients had passed underneath her talented tiny hands tonight? She must be just as tired as he was and then to have him come in half knocked out, it must have been a terrible shock for her. "I'm sorry Ime, I should have been more careful, the alk mob seemed bound and determined to flatten me. I think they managed it too." He was not trained for full scale melee that was reserved for the talented ranks of melee hunters of which there seemed to be few and far between. Not the place for a theif with quick hands and a hug target painted on his back. "I got overwhelmed."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 5:25 pm
Ime shook her head. "It's battle. You can only be so careful." She saw brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers all flood into this tent. The most inexperienced often got the worst wounds. Thorn was lucky to have made it as long as he did, likely because of his size.
Ime cleaned her hands of blood and moved her potion, placing her hands at Thorn's temples. She rubbed half to find the proper point and half to try and soothe, and then closed her eyes and focused her energy. There was very little traditional medicine could do for injuries to the brain and its neighbors, but magic was something different altogether. Ime was drawing from her heart, drawing hard after such a long day of constant work. She was getting tired, but damned if she was going to let her boyfriend go without healing just for that. It took more work to focus and gather her energy but she could feel it working still. At least it was over. At least the bodies would stop coming and they could all go home, although who knew what might happen between now and the next time they saw extremists on their borders.
When she was too far spent to do much more, Ime's chest was heaving. She stopped her ministrations and opened her eyes, looking to Thorn again and smiling softly. He was hurt, but he was alive. That was all that mattered.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 6:49 pm
There didn't seem to be any others coming in and those that were in appeared stable. Ime had big shadows under her eyes and he gently grasped her hand and pulled her onto the bed. "Your tired, here, curl up." He turned on his side and tucked her under the blankets. "Your still here but no one can see you." His shoulders made an effective wall to the rest of the world, sometimes there were perks to being so large. If there was an emergency she would be there but she was also sheltered as best as he could protect her from worry, from strain. His head felt clearer, her magic a calming balm on his bruised mind. He buried his face in her hair and closed his own eyes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 10:14 am
At first Ime resisted the pull. There were still people to care for. She was one of the higher-ranking healers available and it seemed improper for her to tap out now, but she was so tired. How much help could she be? Just a little rest would do wonders. She relented and rolled onto the cot with Thorn, wondering for a moment if it wasn't could to collapse under both of their weight. When it didn't, she closed her eyes and pressed her face into Thorn's chest. Something in her burst and she began to cry, clinging to her lover's torso where it lacked injury. He was alive. That was all that mattered. He was alive.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 10:24 am
Thorn stroked her hair, "Its okay Ime I'm fine, thanks to you," He could feel the wet of her tears on his neck and as strong as he thought he was tears leaked from his own eyes. They had come out of this alive, well enough and together. "I am so grateful to have you Ime." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He would protect her from the world and she would heal him from the world. Corny but it worked. They belonged together and he would do anything for her. Who knew what the future would hold for them, what couldn't they accomplish together?
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 10:41 am
Ime's hands rose up, running up the sides of Thorn's head and tangling in his hair. No one could know what the future would hold, but at least she had him. At least they had each other. She tilted her head up and kissed Thorn on the chin.
"I love you," she said, voice trembling as she continued to stroke his hair. "I do." She knew she did. They had spent a relatively short amount of time together but she now knew the horrible tearing feeling when he had gone for battle. All of a sudden she had been unable to imagine life without him, and she knew that she loved him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 11:06 am
Thorn went very still and tilted her head up, his large green eyes seeking out hers. "Really?" He smiled sweetly, looking atrociously handsome without meaning too. He let the joy pour forth. "I love you too Ime." He kissed her on the mouth thoroughly. He felt vindicated and joyful. SHE LOVED HIM! "Ahem.' A deep somewhat unimpressed voice penetrated Thorn's bubble. He turned his head to see an ice leaf hybrid archer holding his dagger out to him. "You dropped this, next time your in melee greenfoot I suggest you take a proper weapon." "That is my weapon thanks, a thief isn't designed for this stuff but look I fought for those I wanted to protect, present company included and if I got put through the ringer it was for something I believe in." The strangers eyes widened. Rather blatant this pup. He sneered, eyed the female, coughed, tried to look less like a prat. "Ahh I see, I'll uh, leave you too it." He blushed which he hated and turned smartly on his heal and marched out of the healing tent. He being an archer hadn't really been touched much cept for the odd bump and scratch. But he had been sheltered this time around. "Thanks for the knife!" Thorn called out remembering his manners and putting his knife back where in belonged in its sheath under the covers. "Nice of him to bring it."
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