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19.Jun.22, 04:34 AM
Orgailian woke to silence. Wasn’t K’dar just talking about something? Fishing? Probably. He sat up slowly as he still felt like crap but his insides didn’t feel like they were going to revolt just yet. He spotted K’dar sleeping in a chair which explained the lack of talking but it didn’t tell him how much time had passed. Possibly not much since Healer Rh’us didn’t wake him with his next round of poking, prodding, and drugging. Good. He had some time before people started showing up again and—
Movement at the foot of his bed drew his attention and Orgailian spotted the dark blue firelizard. “Shadow,” he mumbled with slight irritation. Of course A’tay would leave him behind to help keep an eye on them while he rested or ate. But he didn’t need the little snitch ruining his attempt to see Zoremet. “Everything’s okay here, buddy. Go tell A’tay we’re fine and get yourself a treat for doing a good job.” Shadow cocked his head at him as if he was weighing the truth of his words so Orgailian gave a little smile. It was all he could manage given the pain he was in but it seemed to be enough and Shadow vanished to do his task.
As carefully and quietly as he could, Orgailian swung his legs around and placed his feet on the floor. But as soon as he stood, his entire body was on the ground. He swore under his breath, gasping from the new wave of pain and closed his eyes to let the nausea pass. Since K’dar wasn’t freaking out, he knew the bronzerider was still sleeping and that encouraged him on and Orgailian was soon on his hands and knees slowly crawling the fairly short distance to Zoremet’s bed.
When he arrived at his destination, he took another break to catch his breath and avoid being sick. As that passed, he rose a little higher, staying on his knees to get a better look at his little brother. Zoremet was alive but not whole. So many cuts were stitched and bandages covered other areas—including where a pinkie finger should have been. He wanted to touch Zoremet but his hand only hovered above the bed, unsure of where it was safe to touch and worried it wouldn’t be wanted. Useless again. There was nothing he could do now just like then.
“I’m sorry, Zor,” he whispered, not wanting to wake the man that was in need of some healing sleep. Orgailian looked back to his bed that was now so far away and liked where he was. He shifted to sit properly on the floor and leaned his head against the bed. Yes, this was a fine place to rest and he’d be close by if Zoremet woke again and needed anything.
Movement at the foot of his bed drew his attention and Orgailian spotted the dark blue firelizard. “Shadow,” he mumbled with slight irritation. Of course A’tay would leave him behind to help keep an eye on them while he rested or ate. But he didn’t need the little snitch ruining his attempt to see Zoremet. “Everything’s okay here, buddy. Go tell A’tay we’re fine and get yourself a treat for doing a good job.” Shadow cocked his head at him as if he was weighing the truth of his words so Orgailian gave a little smile. It was all he could manage given the pain he was in but it seemed to be enough and Shadow vanished to do his task.
As carefully and quietly as he could, Orgailian swung his legs around and placed his feet on the floor. But as soon as he stood, his entire body was on the ground. He swore under his breath, gasping from the new wave of pain and closed his eyes to let the nausea pass. Since K’dar wasn’t freaking out, he knew the bronzerider was still sleeping and that encouraged him on and Orgailian was soon on his hands and knees slowly crawling the fairly short distance to Zoremet’s bed.
When he arrived at his destination, he took another break to catch his breath and avoid being sick. As that passed, he rose a little higher, staying on his knees to get a better look at his little brother. Zoremet was alive but not whole. So many cuts were stitched and bandages covered other areas—including where a pinkie finger should have been. He wanted to touch Zoremet but his hand only hovered above the bed, unsure of where it was safe to touch and worried it wouldn’t be wanted. Useless again. There was nothing he could do now just like then.
“I’m sorry, Zor,” he whispered, not wanting to wake the man that was in need of some healing sleep. Orgailian looked back to his bed that was now so far away and liked where he was. He shifted to sit properly on the floor and leaned his head against the bed. Yes, this was a fine place to rest and he’d be close by if Zoremet woke again and needed anything.
