The hoteliers of Deucalion or The new Nevermoor scandal

»Friends«

Morrigan's POV:

I opened my eyes and saw the suspiciously-looking ceiling above me. I was in the hospital.
"Well... Shit!" I hissed between my teeth. I really knew that ceiling too well.
"Language! Or... actually, you're right. Shit." said the familiar voice from the right side of my bed. I quickly sat upright and then slowly dropped back.
"Ouch!" I moaned. I felt like my brain was bouncing inside my head. I took a deep breath and after a few seconds I slowly got up on my elbows.
"Wha...?"
"We were hurt in Gobleian. Those dryads were really strong and we had just seven or eight bookfighters. One of that things shot an arrow to my arm. Next I don't remember anything. You okay now?" asked Jack. He was laying on the bed next to my one.
"Yeah, I think I'm alright." I told him and fixed my gaze at his left arm. It was bandaged. I bit my lip.
"I'm sorry." I said, watching his shoulder.
"What? Morrigan it's not your fault!" Jack said and sat upright. I shook my head.
"No, you don't understand! I had to go with you. We are a team. We must do things together!" I locked my gaze at the floor.
"...but that's not very easy, when we are still in quarells about stupidities." said Jack. I nodded.
"I will never let you to go somewhere alone like that again." I said, standing from my bed. I started to pace, even though my leg was in bandages. I threw my arms sideways.
"I can't do this to people who know me. This isn't responsible!"
Jack stood up and set his good hand to me.
"Friends?"
I ignored his hand and hugged him tightly.
"Friends."

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Hi guys, second part of this will be published after two days and it surely will be better than this. Thanks for follows and votes! See you in the second part: The Crows.

Morrigan 💜