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(bandages and scars)
[WILL]
DARCIE HAD SLICED ME. IT WAS SHALLOW AND hardly bled yet shock was mirrored on both our faces. ''Will-'' she gasped in horror at the wound on my hand and then to Lazarus lying cast across the floor.
''You cut me,'' I said in disbelief.
''I- I, you scared me!'' She replied, her hand still over her mouth.
''You crept up on me-''
''It's my room!''
I had nothing to say to that. I was not mad about the cut, it was nothing more than a scratch. Despite what Darcie chose to believe, I was always the faster out of us. I was embarrassed that I had been caught in her room unattended with no excuse or poetry book to show for it.
The entire mission was futile as in her other hand, clutched tightly against her chest, was the anthology. I needed to figure out how to get to it without her noticing.
''Are you alright?'' She gasped, ''you foolish, foolish boy.''
I scoffed, not without affection. ''What so I should just expect you to be walking around carrying Lazarus with you?''
''No you should know better. If I didn't have Lazarus I would've struck you across the head with this.'' Darcie said, setting her chin stubbornly. She was right, I should've known better. Darcie was a warrior and fearless. She didn't have the normal restraints tying her down, she had nothing to loose.
''And look, if you'll just sit here a moment I'll get you some bandages- oh Will do stop moving!''
I'd been trying to get a better view at the poetry book in her arms, stray sheets of paper lay tucked inside, their edges peeking out. One of those was mine. My damning piece of evidence. Maybe Darcie hadn't seen it. After all, she said two nights ago that she hadn't made it through the entire thing just yet. I just needed her to get the bandages so I would have a chance to look and see, preferably the longer the better. I wasn't jesting when I'd said I poured my heart and soul into these poems. There were an unholy amount to get through and the only way to get Darcie to stay out of the room longer was to fake pain and claim to need ethanol and stitches too.
''Go, be quick it hurts terribly. Oh dear god I think I might just loose my hand, fatal that is!''
Darcie scowled, she'd seen right through me. ''Oh hush, sit down, I'll be back in a moment.''
I grumbled. What I'd needed was a few, not just one. With Darcie that was always the case.
She set the book down on her bed and picked up Lazarus to return him to the training hall where the bandages were.
