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"She's shaking!"
"Is there a blanket around here?" Someone asked.
"Here's some water." Another person deposited a glass in her trembling hands.
"Make room for her to breathe, can't you see she's in shock?" A man spoke next to her.
Her body still shivered and her usually golden skin looked like it had been drained of every color, with the exception of the dark circles below her eyes. Over her face, scarlet stood out vividly, as well as some purplish, almost black hue around her nose. It made her look miserable, even more so with the tears flowing down her stained cheeks.
She felt someone put a cloth over her shoulders, but she didn't do anything other than grab the fabric with her cold fingers. Her gaze remained lost.
Honestly, she wanted to laugh at how desperate guests were about aiding her and running to figure out what to do with the corpse.
They were so naive.
She couldn't blame them though. She was indeed bruised and covered in blood, and her body was hurting like hell, so she didn't need to pretend to be struggling to stay awake. She really was. It would be almost impossible not to believe her in this condition.
But it was alright.
She'd endure the pain for the sake of making her story about Lasym's murder plausible.
Well, she had tried to regain her position with politeness, but he had said no. Now, he'd never say anything ever again. And the mission? She was sure it would belong to no one else.
In front her, Leorio checked the state of her wounded nose carefully, fingers lightly holding her chin up and turning it to the sides, a crease between his brows. Medea had just found out he was occupying Ging Freecs' position amongst the Zodiacs now, but since she had left for the high seas, she had no idea of why. She surely had lost a lot of gossip. Darn it.
He lowered her face again and looked deep in her eyes, taking his fingers to the side of her nose with extreme softness. She hissed, finally reacting genuinely ever since she got to the ballroom.
"Does it hurt that much?" He asked with almost clinical tranquility and she nodded, making him sigh. "Your nose is broken. You're gonna need surgery when you get out of here. I'm surprised you're not screeching in pain or having trouble breathing." He commented while making a sign for someone to hand him pieces of gauze, alcohol and some cotton balls.
"I've dealt with worse." She answered briefly.
He wiped the excess blood around her nose and subtly touched the nostrils to clean them too, but the woman felt all of her muscles go stiff and she muffled a cry. He put a piece of cotton inside and positioned her head so that it was tilted forward.
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