Teacher And The Student Dec 21, 2006 18:50:55 GMT -5
Post by The Helper on Dec 21, 2006 18:50:55 GMT -5
Quietly, he stepped, boy in his arms, heading over to the Recovery Wing. He had to be fast. They were both losing plenty of blood.. The drips that followed after every foot step was testament of this. Every drop... falling from the young half elf, cocooned inside Felodar's cape. Had he made the right choice in his actions? Was this boy really ready to use Judas's Spear? He could not step much faster then a moderate pace, afraid to slip on his own blood. Prints of crimson lifesource being left behind with every step. The boy.. no... Roy. He was still warm. Still alive. Had he beaten him too severely...? Thoughts dragged on.. even without his own knowing, until the familiar warmth of the blinding lights opened the doors to him.. and he was inside. The Recovery Wing. Just outback, behind him.. it had begun to rain.. Gripping Roy more tightly to himself, he walked over, nodding to one of the nearby nurses, who was hurrying by, whom, by the mere sight of the two.. nearly dropped her clipboard. "..My God.. what happened?"
"..A successful class."
It was only at times like this.. on these rare, yet strangely wonderful, if somewhat saddening days of weather.. that he ever got close to crying in these past hundred years. For something that could not.. this was as close as it got.
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Being led up the stairs, the nurse looking back at the haggard looking teacher, afraid that he too would collapse, before they got to their destination, finally passed through a corridor on the fourth floor, and walked to Recovery Room 436. Inside.. was a rather empty room, with a window to the outside, but from the light coming from the ceiling.. it felt warm. Standing at ends with one another, the two faculty members looked at each other, and almost begrudingly, Felodar unrolled Roy into the nurse's arm. She sighed gently, as blood stained her white apron. Couldn't be helped. With a woman's touch, she lightly lowered him down onto the rather soft bed. Was rather suprised when even half-concious, he still had the will to hold onto that rather ugly looking, black spear.. but, with a few tugs, it came loose.
Attaching an I.V. to his arm, as she laid him out properly, undressing him, sometimes with the use of a scalpel knife to make sure he was completley bare, muttered something incoherent, mending the clothes, and began folding it, at the edge of his bed. Felodar himself resigned to sitting on the resting chair besides the bed.. looking against the wall.. somewhat weakly, as the nurse hummed a gentle tune.
"..Hey... Roy... you awake?"