Blur

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Dottore P.O.V.

What followed after was an hour or two of travelling, angry whispers from a harbinger and soft incoherent babbling from a passed-out woman.

Before long, this harbinger began making direct orders. He had already assessed her for broken bones when she arrived, but now he needed to find out whether more severe damage was done.

Ushering his soldiers into the tent, the man put on his surgical gloves and watched as his soldiers brought her in "Carefully, place her down."

"Yes my lord."

The mysterious man pulled open her eyelids and shone a light in them. "Pupillary light reflex normal." before letting go and tugging her mouth open, all the while the woman was half awake in a delirious state. She could feel the tugging and pulling yet she couldn't quite understand what anyone was saying.

"Stick."

"Yes my lord."

A wooden stick was shoved into her mouth, prying it open further. "Light bleeding, oral examination illustrates no irregular findings" He discarded the stick and placed a hand over her wrist. "No abnormalities in heart rate."


All that was left, was an examination of her ribs. He pulled her shirt up slightly to see what damage had been done. Initially, he found no signs of a broken bone. But upon closer inspection, he could tell this was going to be a sizeable bruise with at least a month or two of recovery required. Nonetheless, a numbing ointment should suffice in this situation. 


As the man twisted open his numbing medication and dropped the cap beside the patient's head, he heard a mumbling of sorts from the woman. It was as though she was calling his name, but he couldn't quite tell. So, he placed his head closer to hers and waited with bated breath for her to speak once more, his hands rubbing the ointment all across her abdomen and her back where he believes the bruising may spread.

"Zandik" She softly spoke, opening her heavy eyelids and turning her head to the side, completely ceasing all movement from her mysterious physician.

She wasn't sure where she was or who this man was. But all she could think of was Dottore. Or rather, Zandik.

"I told you we'd meet again" The man spoke back in a gentle tone, loud enough that she could hear yet soft enough that no one else in the room could. "go to sleep, y/n."

She grabbed a hold of the man's hand on her bare stomach and allowed her eyes to close once again whilst whispering incoherently as her breathing began to slow. Her chest rhythmically moved to the relaxed beating of her heart.

The harbinger sighed and rubbed his eyes with his clean hand, before carrying on his massage, allowing her to peacefully doze off as he did.

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Chapter notes:


So soft...

Anyway lol that probably wont last long.


I might post another chapter today because I literally have nothing to do and its like midnight on Christmas eve 😅


So look out for that! xx

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