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22.Aug.12, 10:22 PM
It took all the control he had not to scream and fall right onto the floor. One step, two steps. Each one was a marathon of torture. What had he been thinking?! He did not have it in him to leave. He knew it. Talian probably knew it. So why was he trying?
He did not want to be drugged. He wanted to be in complete control. Without that, there was fear. Fear spurned on his anger. Anger brought rage. Rage caused him to do things he normally never would, like fighting with those brown riders that had dragged him out to be lashed. He wasn't normally a violent person but he seemed to be getting himself into more and more situations where rage was the outcome. No wonder he was in such a state now.
If they would all just leave him alone...
Almost there. The door was withing reach. Only a few more steps and he would be through it. Just keep going.
The door closed quickly and he was faced with an impossible situation. The healer was standing between him and freedom and he couldn't do a single thing about it. Not one. He was about to collapse right where now stood, swaying slightly and shaking like a leaf. Sweat again glistened on his brow as his eyes clouded with the pain.
"I will not be drugged!" He tried to scream at Talian but his voice barely croaked out a pain-filled whisper. A sudden tip in the room made him loose his balance and he reached out and tried to hold onto either Talian's shoulder or the door behind him for support.
Sanderon's strength left him and if Talian did not interrupt his fall as his knees gave out, he would now be laying in agony upon the floor.
What the healer had said about infection made sense. Sanderon could not ignore such logic even if he had the strength to. Going against all he was inside, he reached out and asked for Talian's aid.
"Help." He mumbled.
He did not want to be drugged. He wanted to be in complete control. Without that, there was fear. Fear spurned on his anger. Anger brought rage. Rage caused him to do things he normally never would, like fighting with those brown riders that had dragged him out to be lashed. He wasn't normally a violent person but he seemed to be getting himself into more and more situations where rage was the outcome. No wonder he was in such a state now.
If they would all just leave him alone...
Almost there. The door was withing reach. Only a few more steps and he would be through it. Just keep going.
The door closed quickly and he was faced with an impossible situation. The healer was standing between him and freedom and he couldn't do a single thing about it. Not one. He was about to collapse right where now stood, swaying slightly and shaking like a leaf. Sweat again glistened on his brow as his eyes clouded with the pain.
"I will not be drugged!" He tried to scream at Talian but his voice barely croaked out a pain-filled whisper. A sudden tip in the room made him loose his balance and he reached out and tried to hold onto either Talian's shoulder or the door behind him for support.
Sanderon's strength left him and if Talian did not interrupt his fall as his knees gave out, he would now be laying in agony upon the floor.
What the healer had said about infection made sense. Sanderon could not ignore such logic even if he had the strength to. Going against all he was inside, he reached out and asked for Talian's aid.
"Help." He mumbled.
