Azura was used to the sound of wind thrumming in her ears, but the wind in her ears sent a throbbing ache to her forehead and ears. Her arms felt like a thousand small needles were being pressed into it. She felt like her body was falling apart. God, what did she do to cause all this pain? Last thing she remembered was going over battle plans with Dexter in the airship heading to...
Oh... The recent events were coming back to her. The Battle on the Plain Fields, that damn wither, and the Nether King. That booming crack, where the hell did it even come from? All that was clear to her was seeing a bright white beam blinding her in midair. Things were very fuzzy after. She could recall the whipping of wind along her back. Then something grabbed her arm, yanking her harshly.
She regained control of her head for a few seconds when brain registered something that scratched her cheek. She slowly forced her eyes open, she realized arms and legs were so numb that she couldn't tell if she was moving them. Her vision was cloudy but she knew what she was clinging to, who she was clinging to.
Patrick. She recognized the olive colored hair her face was laying against. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on using the little strength she had left in her body to move her arms around his chest. Her arms moved, but both ended up dropping weakly down around his waist. It had been enough to get his attention at least.
Patrick awkwardly inclined his head to look at her. "It's okay" he whispered soothingly and tenderly, something only she had the pleasures of hearing. He took one of his hands off the reins and placed it on top of hers, squeezing it. A warm pleasant feeling spread throughout the scholar's tired body.
"'M sorry," was the only thing she could manage for the whole world went black again.
When feeling came back to her she wasn't leaning onto anything or one, she was laying on what felt like an unnecessarily comfortable bed. Then again any bed was comfortable to her, for she either slept on the old couch in the storage closet in her lab or on her desk, neither of which were that comfortable.
Her ears registered muffled talking, and she could hear distant moans of pain. After a moment of debate in her mind she peaked her eyes open. She let out a quiet groan at the sudden glare, lifting up her arm that wasn't in pain to rub her face.
"Well well well look who's finally up."
"Azzy!"
Azura turned her head, seeing two familiar faces sitting next to her medical bed. "Hilda, Lyria" Azura's voice sounds sickly and hoarse, "where am. . .?" she tried to finish her sentence, but apparently she didn't need to.
"You're in the medicine wing M'Lady, you got stricken by Naeus. It left a large scar but the doctor said if Lord Patrick hadn't caught you hitting the ground would have killed you" Hilda said, gesturing at her. Azura sighed, resisting the urge to look down at herself.
"Lord Patrick told us to stay with you!" Lyria said, moving closer to the bed Azura laid in, gently grabbed her injured hand. Watching the scholar carefully as she did so, presumably looking for signs of pain.
"Speaking of The General, he had requested that I tell him when you Awake. I'll go get him and Nostra" Hilda stood up, awkwardly patting Lyria's shoulder as she walked away from the two scientists.
"Azura... My sister she..." Lyria started, nervously fiddling with her hair.
"Please don't..." Azura muttered, closing her eyes again.
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