29 May 2012
Chapter 9
Pain skewered me from my head to my toes. I wished I had died.
"Parva, are you conscious?" Fortis's voice called to me from my side and he picked up my hand,
"I am by your side don't worry" he says quietly and kisses me lightly on my forehead. My, he must be bored, I think. I could get my extra five minutes just waiting here but I just can't stand his ranting, so I decide to wake up but I need to think of something romantic and that is not my strong spot.
"Owww" I moan, great I am so thick can't think of something good to say like, hi sweetheart or good morning, if it is morning.
I open my eyes, we were in a hollow tree, I turn my head to the right, Fortis was outside cooking something in a iron pot over an open fire, not by my side. Feeling quite bored I decide to get up and see what Fortis was doing,
"What's cooking" I say quietly but it still startles him,
"Nothing much just the leftovers of rabbit, a few currants, dandelions and a bit crushed apple" he says not making eye contact, so I sit down beside him and give him a hug, but he stares straight ahead, his face was blotchy covered with bruises, gashes and mud and he also looked like he hadn't slept a wink in days.
"Fortis you look terrible" I say to him,
"I do" he says quietly,
"Are you angry, I'm so sorry for what I did" I say quickly, tears forming in my eyes.
"I'm not angry with you or anything, just Captionem" he says softly and hugs me, so I hug him back,
"What happened to Cap?" I say confused, this breaks the hug and brings us back to silence,
"Don't you remember, she helped The Caeruleus, lied to us and worst of all she nearly killed you" he says worried "I hope we don't ever see her again". Then it all came back, Cap fighting Fortis, the stalemate and I looked over my right shoulder and remember the injury.
Fortis noticed me looking over my shoulder.
"You became unconscious because of the blood loss" he says cringing and traces a line lightly down from shoulder to my hip, "I have looked after you for the past few hours with the constant bleeding and all that" he says with a smile, this was when I noticed his blood soaked clothes.
"Aww, thanks" I say but I felt that wasn't enough so I give him a long kiss, but the pain started up again and he broke off.
"Oh my" he says staring at my back, so I look over my shoulder and all I saw was scarlet blood pouring out of the bandages. Why does it always have to be me to ruin perfect moments like that? Suddenly Fortis picks me up and carries me to the hollow tree and sets me down on my rag of a bed.
"Stay there, I'll go and get water from the stream nearby" he says while picking up a empty plastic bottle off the floor and leaves the tree. This was when I realised I couldn't treat myself and I'll end up taking my arms out of my top so I use the time I have now to my advantage. I quickly take my arms out my top so it hangs around my neck, lie stomach down on the blanket and cringed, cringed and cringed.
"Got the water... Oh" he says shocked, but luckily he was not thinking what you and I are most likely to be thinking. I was a tomato. Coated in blood from the wound. "Better start now" he says pouring the water into a bowl, then he ripped a large piece of material off his top, dunked it in the water and wiped the wound. In no time I was all rapped up.
"I'm like an Egyptian mummy" I say staring at the white bandage from over my shoulder. Fortis's hands were dipped in the ruby blood, so I waited until he went to wash them in the stream so I could put my arms back in the my sleeves again with a bit of privacy. I lay down on the rag waiting for Fortis to return, then I heard the pot rattle outside and I found myself sat up with a loaded bow, my eyes darting frantically.
"Parva, are you ok" Fortis said quite scared since I was pointing my deadly weapon at him in such a manor that could make a grown man quiver with fear. Suddenly I started crying and I dropped the bow and arrow I must be crazy, or am I on the route to mad city or something like that"
"No, I can't be" I mutter not making eye contact, "No normal girl would shoot the boy she loved not even for the world".
Call Of The Spirits • Opuss № I