Post by wordy on Mar 12, 2010 11:39:26 GMT 10
Title: Lies
Rating: PG
Length: 341
Competitior: Dom
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: Dom's worst fear comes true.
It was a tilting accident. As Dom rushed down the stands, pushing people out of his way, he wondered which of the gods had such a despicable sense of humour. He had dreaded the day when something would happen to Kel, when she would try and do something noble, or get skewered in battle, but a tilting accident in a stupid tournament – Dom could not handle it if she died from something so trivial.
The healers’ tent was packed when he finally arrived, and it took him a moment to convince them to let him through. Kel was lying on a pallet, her face deathly pale and shiny with sweat. Expert hands were removing her armour and cutting away her shirt, revealing the place where her opponent’s lance had slid in between her armour and left a huge, red puncture in her side. Her whole right side, from shoulder to hip, was already turning into one giant bruise, where the man had slammed into her with his shield.
As he stared at the horrible sight, Dom couldn’t help but think that Kel had had much worse. Surely the healers could fix this? Why wasn’t anybody doing something?
Kel’s hazel eyes were roaming about the tent as she struggled to stay conscious. Finally, her eyes locked on to him, and he pushed past two women to grasp her hand and wipe the hair back from her forehead. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her brow.
The healers continued working around him, since he wouldn’t be convinced to move from Kel’s side. Her grip on his hand was weak, though her eyes never left his, and she parted her lips to try and speak a few times, before closing her eyes and trying to catch her breath.
It hurt. It hurt so much to say those words, when he wasn’t even sure he believed them himself. But this was Kel, and she would have done the same. “You’re going to be alright, Kel,” he said softly, comfortingly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
Rating: PG
Length: 341
Competitior: Dom
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: Dom's worst fear comes true.
It was a tilting accident. As Dom rushed down the stands, pushing people out of his way, he wondered which of the gods had such a despicable sense of humour. He had dreaded the day when something would happen to Kel, when she would try and do something noble, or get skewered in battle, but a tilting accident in a stupid tournament – Dom could not handle it if she died from something so trivial.
The healers’ tent was packed when he finally arrived, and it took him a moment to convince them to let him through. Kel was lying on a pallet, her face deathly pale and shiny with sweat. Expert hands were removing her armour and cutting away her shirt, revealing the place where her opponent’s lance had slid in between her armour and left a huge, red puncture in her side. Her whole right side, from shoulder to hip, was already turning into one giant bruise, where the man had slammed into her with his shield.
As he stared at the horrible sight, Dom couldn’t help but think that Kel had had much worse. Surely the healers could fix this? Why wasn’t anybody doing something?
Kel’s hazel eyes were roaming about the tent as she struggled to stay conscious. Finally, her eyes locked on to him, and he pushed past two women to grasp her hand and wipe the hair back from her forehead. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her brow.
The healers continued working around him, since he wouldn’t be convinced to move from Kel’s side. Her grip on his hand was weak, though her eyes never left his, and she parted her lips to try and speak a few times, before closing her eyes and trying to catch her breath.
It hurt. It hurt so much to say those words, when he wasn’t even sure he believed them himself. But this was Kel, and she would have done the same. “You’re going to be alright, Kel,” he said softly, comfortingly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”