13.Nov.12, 04:15 AM
As R’nd watched Talian begin reviving B’jin, he couldn’t stop thinking that he had done more damage. He had pulled B’jin’s head above water but didn’t want to move him in case there was major bone damage. He remembered at least that the water would help from doing further damage in that regard but his hesitation and belief that B’jin hadn’t been under longer enough to stop breathing had probably kil—no! He couldn’t think that way! That wasn’t going to help anyone and when Talian announced B’jin wasn’t breathing, there was someone in particular that needed just as much help and he couldn’t give it with negative thoughts.
Fear gripped him that he would lose B’jin but he also worried about Larrikith. If B’jin wasn’t there to be her anchor, she would leave, panicked and convinced her rider had abandoned her. Ayyonth had already reached out to his mate, his mind as calm as it would be on a lazy napping day at the lake. He sent her reassurance that all would be well and B’jin would never leave her. R’nd focused on those thoughts as well, doing his best to keep his mind open to Larrikith and distracting her with thoughts about the pranks she had played on them and how much fun they all had together. Together. All four of them. B’jin would be fine. Talian was the best at his job and would revive B’jin and fix him right up again.
R’nd sobbed with relief when B’jin gasped and was soon upchucking. He hadn’t realised he had been silently crying, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched Talian work and reminded Larrikith how much she was loved and needed. When Larrikith yelled at them to help him, he wanted to yell back that he didn’t know how and he’d only be in the way but he knew she was just as, likely more so, distraught as he was and wasn’t thinking as clearly as usual. He did slide a bit closer thinking he could at least help roll B’jin over when he started vomiting again but instead he was given an order to find water.
He blinked, slightly confused for a moment since they were surrounded by water, but suddenly his power of thinking switched back on and R’nd scurried to his feet, slipping only once due to his wet clothing and the wet floor, and off to fulfill the request. He was back a moment later with a bucket of clean water and a small cup to help ladle the liquid out. Dropping back down to his knees, R’nd grabbed one of B’jin’s hands to hold in his, a quiet sign that he was there and finally managed a hoarse whisper, “don’t leave me, B’jin.”
With a deep intake of breath and a slow release, R’nd looked up to Talian, “tell me what to do, Talian. I can help.”
Fear gripped him that he would lose B’jin but he also worried about Larrikith. If B’jin wasn’t there to be her anchor, she would leave, panicked and convinced her rider had abandoned her. Ayyonth had already reached out to his mate, his mind as calm as it would be on a lazy napping day at the lake. He sent her reassurance that all would be well and B’jin would never leave her. R’nd focused on those thoughts as well, doing his best to keep his mind open to Larrikith and distracting her with thoughts about the pranks she had played on them and how much fun they all had together. Together. All four of them. B’jin would be fine. Talian was the best at his job and would revive B’jin and fix him right up again.
R’nd sobbed with relief when B’jin gasped and was soon upchucking. He hadn’t realised he had been silently crying, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched Talian work and reminded Larrikith how much she was loved and needed. When Larrikith yelled at them to help him, he wanted to yell back that he didn’t know how and he’d only be in the way but he knew she was just as, likely more so, distraught as he was and wasn’t thinking as clearly as usual. He did slide a bit closer thinking he could at least help roll B’jin over when he started vomiting again but instead he was given an order to find water.
He blinked, slightly confused for a moment since they were surrounded by water, but suddenly his power of thinking switched back on and R’nd scurried to his feet, slipping only once due to his wet clothing and the wet floor, and off to fulfill the request. He was back a moment later with a bucket of clean water and a small cup to help ladle the liquid out. Dropping back down to his knees, R’nd grabbed one of B’jin’s hands to hold in his, a quiet sign that he was there and finally managed a hoarse whisper, “don’t leave me, B’jin.”
With a deep intake of breath and a slow release, R’nd looked up to Talian, “tell me what to do, Talian. I can help.”