"I let go...moment...fell," a voice said in a hushed whisper as I slowly came around. My ears were ringing, making it difficult to make out complete sentences.
"...warned her," another voice replied in the same manner. I turned my head slowly as if awakening from a drunk stupor. "...catch...hurt..." the second voice droned on, obviously angry at the first voice.
"...awaking...continue...later," the first voice said. It dawned on me, as the pair shuffled loudly to their feet and clobbered towards me, that the first voice, that voice belonged to the grey eyed man that had captured me. Though the second voice seemed highly familiar too, but I could just be imagining things as I was still waking up.
"Adèle," my captor said softly by my ear. I slowly blinked my eyes open, my sight blurry as I heard an "oof" from the man as the second person hit him.
"She doesn't..." I heard the second person say to my captor, my ears still ringing slightly. Blinking until I could see clearly, I peered around the room. The walls and ceiling were made of logs, like a forest cottage home. There was only a few items on the walls; a landscape of the ocean's end stood out the most to me, but as I continued to look around, something else began to catch my attention more.
The second person, of whom I was unsure of their identity, had disappeared out the open framed door while I was looking around. My captor, however, was seated very close to me, his face in a grimace. I shuffled back a bit, pain shooting up my leg from my ankle as I moved too rapidly.
"You're awake," he said bluntly. I looked at the man, confusion running across my face as I slowly realized I was no longer bound or blindfolded. Immediately, I freak out, trying to push the blankets off me and scramble to my feet. Not that I managed to get that far. The heavy blanket on top of me shot more pain up my leg instead, which easily persuaded me from moving much further. At least, not so quickly.
"Hey now, calm down. You aren't going far for a while anyway. You twisted that ankle pretty bad," he said calmly. His voice was soothing for some reason, slowly calming me down a little. Why am I here? What do they want with me? I scooted away a little, moving closer to the far edge of the bed from him. Since I was stuck on the bed for the moment anyway, I decided to try to ask him a few questions, before the second person came back or he got distracted.
"Who are you? Why am I here," I ask softly. The man shook his head instead of answering. As he stood up, which made me mad, I tried again, this time talking slower. "Who are you," I repeated. This time I understood why he did not reply. My throat was parched and my words muddled as a result. I frowned as he walked out of the room, thinking he was ignoring me. Wish I could walk, I thought angrily, waiting anxiously for someone to walk in.
It only took a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity by the time the man came back, holding a glass of what appeared to be water. "Here, drink this," he said simply. "It's merely water," he added when he saw my face. I decided I was too thirsty to argue with him and took the glass from his outreached hand and tokk a few sips of it before guzzling down the entire thing.
"You are very dehydrated," he noted, taking the glass back from me. "You've had a very eventful day, I know. The battle, this, your fall. It'll be explained soon." My stomach was quesy after finishing the entire glass and pretty soon, I was throwing it all up on the floor next to the bed. Pains shot up my leg but I hardly noticed as I emptied the contents of my stomach on the ground. Just as quickly as the feeling came, it passed, however, and I was sitting back up on the bed. The man was gone again when I looked up, but it only took a heartbeat before he was back with a wash towel and another glass of water.
He handed the water to me as he knelt to wipe up some of my mess. "Drink a little slower this time," he suggested. "Also, if you have any questions, I can do my best to answer them now. Depending on the question at least."
