In The Nick Of Time

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

Summary:

Dead, but yet still alive.

The next time Liam pulled into consciousness was when he could at least move some thing of his. Slowly turning his head, he let out a long breath. He could hear a fire licking wood some where, some thing plush under his head, and there was a thin blanket put over him. The most he could've done was clench and unclench his hand, maybe even twitch his arm to life.

Sound sudden blasting in his ears.

"I thought he was dead," said the familiar Irish voice, "Babby found 'em. Found him out in the woods."

"Any good?" Another voice said, female - but still Irish.

"No- hold up."

There were footsteps and they stopped in front of Liam. Slowly, Liam lifted his furrowed eyebrows and his eyes gently followed. Blinking slowly, his eyes trailed up the stranger's legs. Trailing up to find their torso, and chest, and neck. Meeting eyes to eye, he was actually taken back. A kind face with blonde hair, and blue eyes leaning over him and staring back at him. Their eyes locking. The Irish man laughed and looked up to the person he'd been talking with, Liam thinks.

"Aye, he's alive." He joked, looking back down to Liam. "You're in luck that we found ya'. You would've been lunch to the dogs."

Another face came into sight, this one sharing the same blue eyes but darker, dirty blonde, hair. "He's a fine bit of stuff." She smiled.

Liam couldn't focus on either of them with their bickering back and forth.

"What were you doing out in the woods?" The man asked.

"Cant you see he just woke up? You gobshite." She shoved him, and he shoved right back. "Leave 'em alone."

"You're such a header, bug off Lin." He shoved, still staring down at Liam.

They continued to fuss, she shoved at him again, "I am in me wick."

The man rolled his eyes, such a young face and Liam could tell he was yet older. Liam tried to tangle up the words, but his throat was so dry.

They continued to argue, "Lay off." The man muttered.

The yelling giving Liam but another pins and needles head ache.

"You hump off." She yelled back.

Liam scrunched up his eyebrows, licking his dry lips. His voice nothing but a whisper.

"Jaysus, you're honestly a mentaller." He yelled looking back to Liam, who's expression read aggravation.

Just when the girl was about to yell back he shoved his hand over her mouth and they both stared at Liam. The man leaned down.

"What?"

Liam grit his teeth, "You're giving-," he croaked, "me a head-ache." He said slowly.

The man pulled away and stared, the girl peeled his hand away and stared. "What?"

It was surprising when the man burst out laughing, his laugh twice as loud as his yelling but when he settled he patted Liam's unhurt shoulder. "You're such a kidder." He looked to the girl, "Go get a cuppa. He needs it."

After a while, and being man handled as lightly as possible by the man to sit up - which was very kind on the man's part, the girl, named Lin, came back into the room with a steaming cup of tea. Setting it on the wicker table, which the man had been sitting on to examine Liam's bandaged wounds and bruises while they waited. Liam didn't say much, just listening to the man's rambling on how he'd gone out that morning to check traps and ended up finding Liam and bringing him back, patching him up then and leaving him be on the couch there.