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18.Oct.12, 08:32 AM
Talian didn't know what to do.
He stared wide-eyed as the girl toppled to the floor, having wrenched herself easily from his grip. How did she have such fight in her, especially after how heavily he'd drugged her? Talian's blood ran cold, alarmed by the intense display of fear he saw before him. His jaw slacked and he tried to speak, but as he watched her writhe on the floor and listened to her desperate pleas, he realized something terrible.
It was familiar.
Was that what he looked like? Was that how he sounded when J'ver held him down? Was that the expression on his face when the greenrider told him what was about to happen? Shards.
Talian, who never failed to help a patient and who never cracked under pressure with his healer's gloves on, was unable to move. His eyes widened as she screamed at him, and in the back of his mind, he unknowingly screamed as well. He screamed for the only person he knew to scream for.
B'JIN! B'JIN! B'JIN! B'JIN! LARRIKITH! B'JIN! HELP ME!
He could feel J'ver's breath on the back of his neck. He could feel the throbbing pain in his hand where he'd stripped his fingernails off trying to fight. He could feel cold fingers against his skin.
Was that what he'd looked like?! Was that what she felt like?!
The attendants outside burst into the room. They scrambled for her, assuming she'd gone mad or needed urgent help. Tal snapped from his horror, driven by an almost instinctive need to protect his patient, and he screamed.
"STOP! DON'T TOUCH HER!"
The attendants froze. Neither of them had ever heard the timid, mild-mannered Master Healer scream before. A wild look crept into Talian's eyes as he looked between them and the panicked girl. Fear held him in place, but as his heart slammed in his chest and his mind swirled, he knew he had two options.
Either he could cave to his sentiment, fold up into a ball and weep in the floor beside her, or he could do his job and be a healer. He swallowed hard, teeth grinding as he forced himself to move. One miraculously steady hand reached for his headband. He slowly wrapped it into place as he paced around the table and looked down at her, face contorted into a hellishly haunted expression.
"I broke my promise because I don't want you to get an infection and die in this horrid southern heat," he said blankly. "Don't treat me like a rapist." He knew nothing of her past. He was thinking of his own.
He knelt beside her and forcibly steadied his hands, ruthlessly shutting his own sentiment from his mind as he tried to figure out what to do. He certainly wouldn't be able to drug her now, not without pinning her first. If he was going to pin her, he may as well get the work over with.
He grabbed his tools and quickly straddled her at the thighs. "I'm sorry," he said, voice both strained and vicious as he reached for her skirt. He peeled it back with the same dispassionate focus that he'd carried when he stripped Jada of her shirt that night so long ago. He narrowed his eyes at her cut and quickly set to work, pressing one arm down on her legs to try and secure her while he started his work.
His heart raced and his palms sweated. He wasn't sure how long he could do this. Better do it quick.
He stared wide-eyed as the girl toppled to the floor, having wrenched herself easily from his grip. How did she have such fight in her, especially after how heavily he'd drugged her? Talian's blood ran cold, alarmed by the intense display of fear he saw before him. His jaw slacked and he tried to speak, but as he watched her writhe on the floor and listened to her desperate pleas, he realized something terrible.
It was familiar.
Was that what he looked like? Was that how he sounded when J'ver held him down? Was that the expression on his face when the greenrider told him what was about to happen? Shards.
Talian, who never failed to help a patient and who never cracked under pressure with his healer's gloves on, was unable to move. His eyes widened as she screamed at him, and in the back of his mind, he unknowingly screamed as well. He screamed for the only person he knew to scream for.
B'JIN! B'JIN! B'JIN! B'JIN! LARRIKITH! B'JIN! HELP ME!
He could feel J'ver's breath on the back of his neck. He could feel the throbbing pain in his hand where he'd stripped his fingernails off trying to fight. He could feel cold fingers against his skin.
Was that what he'd looked like?! Was that what she felt like?!
The attendants outside burst into the room. They scrambled for her, assuming she'd gone mad or needed urgent help. Tal snapped from his horror, driven by an almost instinctive need to protect his patient, and he screamed.
"STOP! DON'T TOUCH HER!"
The attendants froze. Neither of them had ever heard the timid, mild-mannered Master Healer scream before. A wild look crept into Talian's eyes as he looked between them and the panicked girl. Fear held him in place, but as his heart slammed in his chest and his mind swirled, he knew he had two options.
Either he could cave to his sentiment, fold up into a ball and weep in the floor beside her, or he could do his job and be a healer. He swallowed hard, teeth grinding as he forced himself to move. One miraculously steady hand reached for his headband. He slowly wrapped it into place as he paced around the table and looked down at her, face contorted into a hellishly haunted expression.
"I broke my promise because I don't want you to get an infection and die in this horrid southern heat," he said blankly. "Don't treat me like a rapist." He knew nothing of her past. He was thinking of his own.
He knelt beside her and forcibly steadied his hands, ruthlessly shutting his own sentiment from his mind as he tried to figure out what to do. He certainly wouldn't be able to drug her now, not without pinning her first. If he was going to pin her, he may as well get the work over with.
He grabbed his tools and quickly straddled her at the thighs. "I'm sorry," he said, voice both strained and vicious as he reached for her skirt. He peeled it back with the same dispassionate focus that he'd carried when he stripped Jada of her shirt that night so long ago. He narrowed his eyes at her cut and quickly set to work, pressing one arm down on her legs to try and secure her while he started his work.
His heart raced and his palms sweated. He wasn't sure how long he could do this. Better do it quick.
