The Prison Healer Oneshots

I'm sorry

Spoils: The Prison Healer

TW: Death, Death Description, Violence 

[set at the end of the prison healer]

Time

Time was always a battle.

It was something Kiva didn't have much of.

She had raced back to the infirmary after she saw the uprising in the prison, worried for what would have happened for Tilda & Tipp. When the Infirmary had come into view, Kiva immediately saw that it had been broken into.

She rushed inside to find Tilda was extremely pale. She was laying where she always was and clearly she hadn't moved. But something had happened.

The room was destroyed. Blood covered the ceiling and the walls. Deep red painted everywhere and it was obvious whose it was. Kiva sobbed.

"N...no," She cried, her eyes gazing below at Tilda. Blood pooled around her, somehow more than what was covering the walls. Tilda was dead. There was no saving her. No hope at all. Tears began streaking Kiva's cheek and whimpers escaped her mouth. She knew Tilda was the rebel queen and that while Kiva was in Zalindov, her mother must have done horrible things, yet she couldn't help feeling sad. More than half of her life was away from her mother and when she had just found her, she was gone- this time forever.

Kiva gave another sob.

"K-kiva?" A pained voice quietly called out. Kiva gasped, remembering she hadn't seen Tipp for a while. She quickly hurried over to where Tipp was lying, tangled in a sheet surrounded by another pool of blood. This time, it was his.

"I-I'm.. So-sorry, ki-va." Tipp quietly sobbed, his voice pained. Kiva shook her head, grabbing a piece of cloth. She pressed it to where she thought the wound was, but honestly, it was too hard to clearly see in the pool of blood.

"Shhh... You'll be okay. I promise." She shakily told him, trying to sound as calm as possible. Tipp made a strangled sound. Kiva hushed him.

"Tipp, you'll get through this." She quietly said, wiping away a tear from her face. Tipp briefly closed his eyes, no doubt in a lot of pain.

"I- love y-you, Ki-iva. Thank-k you." He whispered, more pain filling his voice. Another tear slid down Kiva's face. Kiva wasn't sure what to do. The bleeding wasn't stopping and Tipp was getting paler and paler.

"Stay with me!" She cried, as Tipp continued to drift away. She would risk it all to save him. He was family to her, and she couldn't leave family behind. Kiva tried summoning her powers. She'd suppress them for years, not wanting her secret to be exposed but now she desperately needed them.

She tried. Precious seconds turned into minutes, until-

"K-kiva, it h-hurts." Tipp whimpered, his face pained and deathly pale. She kept trying yet nothing was working. Tipp coughed, this time blood bubbling out of his mouth.

"NO!" She cried, trying to get something to happen. Nothing did, her only option was to try and get Tipp as stable and comfortable as possible.

Tipp coughed again, then gasped in a breath of air. His chest fell. Kiva started crying, holding Tipp's bloodied body against hers.

He was gone. He was dead. She had lost him forever. And she didn't save him. Kiva held his body, ignoring the time that was passing on. Tears wouldn't stop streaking her face, splashing onto Tipp's lifeless body.

It wasn't until Kiva realised how much time had passed and how much violence was still going on outside when a voice cut through the infirmary.

"KIVA!" A voice yelled, their tone searching for where Kiva was. Kiva tried to answer but it was muffled out with sobs. The sounds of footsteps found Kiva and an assuring hand was placed on her shoulder.

"I am sorry." Jaren solemnly told her, his hand rubbing her shoulder. Kiva held onto Tipp, sobbing and crying all because she lost him. Jaren didn't pressure Kiva to leave for a while. That was until the violence started to subdue.

"Kiva, I am sorry but if you want to escape it has to be now." Jaren gently said, not wanting to upset Kiva more.

Kiva had stopped crying a while ago, she had no more tears she could cry. Blankly she nodded. "I can't leave him here. H-he doesn't deserve that- he was innocent, you know that?" Her voice was shaky.

Jaren nodded, helping lift Tipp's body off Kiva and transferring him to a less bloody sheet. He wrapped the body, lifting it up, before gesturing for Kiva to come.

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Naari was waiting outside the infirmary, her face was blank since she didn't see what had happened in the infirmary. It was clear that she was guarding Jaren but her face fell when she saw what Jaren was carrying.

Jaren slowly shook his head, as a tear fell down his face. Seeing how upset Kiva was, Naari moved to her and held her hand as they began to depart the prison.

"I promised I would help him survive, to his mother while she was dying. I couldn't save her either." Kiva gently said.

"You did what you could. You were his best friend. His family." Naari replied, in a comforting manner.

"I couldn't save the rest of my family." Kiva responded back, thinking about Tilda, her father and her brother. "I had a brother. He was killed and that's why I was sent here. I tried to save him and failed."

Neither Jaren or Naari said anything, knowing Kiva needed to get things out.

"He deserves a proper burial... A memorial of sorts." Kiva went on. Jaren nodded, so did Naari.

"He can be buried wherever you would like." Jaren offered, not because he was the crown prince but also since Tipp too, was his friend. Jaren needed to help Kiva see the light at the end of the tunnel. The group stayed silent as they boarded a carriage that would thus begin their travel to Vallenia.

Kiva spent most of the trip, thinking about Tipp's warm smile, his pranks and his kindness. She had lost what was her most important family.

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Hello My Dudes,

I felt like an evil author writing this one. Sorry about that.

Sincerely, Me