Post by Sam-and-antha on Feb 5, 2010 15:33:31 GMT 10
Title: Night Terror
Rating: PG
Length: 350
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kel Nearly loses Dom, I'll let you decide
There had been a small skirmish on the way back from Steadfast. The raiders had been out numbered, thanks to the extra squad of men from the Own they got t take back with them. Wheeling her horse around to check the rest of the group she noticed Neal leaning on the ground over somebody, they seemed to be the only one badly hurt. Upon closer inspection it took all Kel’s self control to keep a smooth face and not cry. Lying o the ground was Dom; and arrow protruding out just by his ribcage. Kneeling down next to Neal she noticed that he was crying. Looking at Kel, Neal said “He dove in front of me; It should’ve been me...”
The trip back was difficult for everyone. Though Neal had healed most of the wound, it had hit close to his heart, and a fever had already set in. Dom rested on a makeshift bed strung between horses. And Kel was constantly checking back to towel his face. By the time they had gotten back to New Hope Neal was pale and swaying in his saddle from trying to keep Dom’s fever down. After giving Kel instructions on what to tell the other healers and what to give him, Merric carted him away to sleep.
Kel had been kicked out of the healers building shortly after they arrived. Now, it was well into the night and she had stayed up all night waiting to go back in, a healer had said they’d fetch her. Lighting a candle she made up her own mind, she was going to see him.
Setting the candle on the bedside table, Kel sat on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in hers. His skin felt clammy; though, he was still feverish and mumbling in his sleep. Brushing the sweat soaked hair off his forehead she kissed his cheek then laid down beside him on the bed still holding his hand, looking up to where she knew his face was she whispered “If they want you, they’re going to have to fight me.”
Rating: PG
Length: 350
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kel Nearly loses Dom, I'll let you decide
There had been a small skirmish on the way back from Steadfast. The raiders had been out numbered, thanks to the extra squad of men from the Own they got t take back with them. Wheeling her horse around to check the rest of the group she noticed Neal leaning on the ground over somebody, they seemed to be the only one badly hurt. Upon closer inspection it took all Kel’s self control to keep a smooth face and not cry. Lying o the ground was Dom; and arrow protruding out just by his ribcage. Kneeling down next to Neal she noticed that he was crying. Looking at Kel, Neal said “He dove in front of me; It should’ve been me...”
The trip back was difficult for everyone. Though Neal had healed most of the wound, it had hit close to his heart, and a fever had already set in. Dom rested on a makeshift bed strung between horses. And Kel was constantly checking back to towel his face. By the time they had gotten back to New Hope Neal was pale and swaying in his saddle from trying to keep Dom’s fever down. After giving Kel instructions on what to tell the other healers and what to give him, Merric carted him away to sleep.
Kel had been kicked out of the healers building shortly after they arrived. Now, it was well into the night and she had stayed up all night waiting to go back in, a healer had said they’d fetch her. Lighting a candle she made up her own mind, she was going to see him.
Setting the candle on the bedside table, Kel sat on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in hers. His skin felt clammy; though, he was still feverish and mumbling in his sleep. Brushing the sweat soaked hair off his forehead she kissed his cheek then laid down beside him on the bed still holding his hand, looking up to where she knew his face was she whispered “If they want you, they’re going to have to fight me.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!