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03.Mar.12, 06:34 AM
When the healer's eyes opened, the first that to greet him was pain.
He let out a soft groan as his mind caught up with his body. His stomach ached and his throat burned. His limbs felt heavy and his head was pounding. But, he was alive. He inhaled deeply, ignoring the discomfort that came with it. It felt good to feel cool, fresh air in his lungs. It gave him a flourish of delight to see the morning sunlight creeping in through the windows. More than anything, it delighted him to see B'jin sleeping there beside him, undoubtedly after watching over him for most of the night.
Loved indeed,
His quiet revelry was interrupted by a heaving in his throat. He coughed lightly and cringed from the horrid soreness. It was a small price to pay. He lay there for several long minutes, tawny eyes fixed on the ceiling as he considered what he'd almost done. He still felt terrible. He figured he would be sick for a few days to come, and it may be a while before his stomach and throat completely healed. He was alive, though. Gloriously, gloriously alive.
I wouldn't be waking up right now without you he thought fondly, looking at B'jin and allowing a smile to creep across his thin lips. It was one of the most sincere, organic smiles he'd ever produced. He took great care not to rouse the greenrider, remaining quiet and still as he thought about the previous night. He regretted his actions now, but he felt oddly refreshed. He'd always thought of suicide as an eventual way out of his problems, be them Northern or Southern. Now he knew for certain that it was a mistake....He couldn't guarantee it, but at that moment, he felt certain that the notion would never haunt him again.
It just wasn't what he wanted.
He sighed and rolled onto his side, but he quickly realized it wasn't to his liking. He shifted again and suppressed another cough. He didn't want to teat his throat up any more than he already had. At least he was safe, though. The poison would linger in his system and make him ill, but the danger was passed. All thanks to B'jin.
Talian rested there, wondering what time it was and how long it would be before someone came to him about what had happened. Larrikith had made sure everyone knew something was afoot! Talian wondered if news of his actions would put some of his friends off. He hoped not, but the best he could do was be honest; he'd make a mistake, but made an important realization in the process: he wanted to live.
It was delightfully liberating. He felt like a new man.
He contemplated his situation for a while until he felt B'jin stir beside him. He cut his eyes towards the greenrider. "Good morning," he said in soft greeting, his tone laden with gratitude and warmth, though still on the shaky, meek side. Tal would never get over his shyness. He rolled onto his side again, ignoring the discomfort in favor of smiling at B'jin.
"B'jin...I can never repay you for what you've done for me..."
He let out a soft groan as his mind caught up with his body. His stomach ached and his throat burned. His limbs felt heavy and his head was pounding. But, he was alive. He inhaled deeply, ignoring the discomfort that came with it. It felt good to feel cool, fresh air in his lungs. It gave him a flourish of delight to see the morning sunlight creeping in through the windows. More than anything, it delighted him to see B'jin sleeping there beside him, undoubtedly after watching over him for most of the night.
Loved indeed,
His quiet revelry was interrupted by a heaving in his throat. He coughed lightly and cringed from the horrid soreness. It was a small price to pay. He lay there for several long minutes, tawny eyes fixed on the ceiling as he considered what he'd almost done. He still felt terrible. He figured he would be sick for a few days to come, and it may be a while before his stomach and throat completely healed. He was alive, though. Gloriously, gloriously alive.
I wouldn't be waking up right now without you he thought fondly, looking at B'jin and allowing a smile to creep across his thin lips. It was one of the most sincere, organic smiles he'd ever produced. He took great care not to rouse the greenrider, remaining quiet and still as he thought about the previous night. He regretted his actions now, but he felt oddly refreshed. He'd always thought of suicide as an eventual way out of his problems, be them Northern or Southern. Now he knew for certain that it was a mistake....He couldn't guarantee it, but at that moment, he felt certain that the notion would never haunt him again.
It just wasn't what he wanted.
He sighed and rolled onto his side, but he quickly realized it wasn't to his liking. He shifted again and suppressed another cough. He didn't want to teat his throat up any more than he already had. At least he was safe, though. The poison would linger in his system and make him ill, but the danger was passed. All thanks to B'jin.
Talian rested there, wondering what time it was and how long it would be before someone came to him about what had happened. Larrikith had made sure everyone knew something was afoot! Talian wondered if news of his actions would put some of his friends off. He hoped not, but the best he could do was be honest; he'd make a mistake, but made an important realization in the process: he wanted to live.
It was delightfully liberating. He felt like a new man.
He contemplated his situation for a while until he felt B'jin stir beside him. He cut his eyes towards the greenrider. "Good morning," he said in soft greeting, his tone laden with gratitude and warmth, though still on the shaky, meek side. Tal would never get over his shyness. He rolled onto his side again, ignoring the discomfort in favor of smiling at B'jin.
"B'jin...I can never repay you for what you've done for me..."
