Vines swiftly wrapped around Geralt and Jaskier, tightening as the creature quickly approached. Geralt took in the thing's tree-like characteristics and large claws...
...It was a Leshen.
The clearly aged creature was lunging for the men, claws like a razor blade, ready to slice into anything that stands before them. Geralt reached for the knife he kept in his boot, throwing the blade at the Leshen's torso. It pierced its chest, causing the vines around Geralt to loosen, enough for him to slip through the hold it had on him. The monster quickly recovered from the blow, swinging at the witcher's arm as he grabbed his swords, throwing one into the fire, using the one in his hand to fight the Leshen.
Jaskier was still entangled in vines, holding him where he stood. The vines were squeezing him tighter with each second, and he was struggling to breathe. Geralt noticed, distracted, and felt claws meet his torso. He didn't really take note of it, scrambled to his feet, and grabbed the sword that he threw to the fire. The blade was red in heat, and he secured it through the Leshen's side, pulled it out and cleanly cut the head off.
It fell to the forest floor, motionless.
The vines slipped from Jaskier, falling to the ground with the bard. He clutched his throat, where a vine had previously taken hold of him, and was left gasping for air.
The adrenaline faded from Geralt, and he realized that something hurt. He looked down, touched his hand to his torso, and realized that he was bleeding. A lot. Jaskier seemed to notice too, and immediately rushed to the taller man's side, still trying to steady his breathing from the vines.
"Geralt..."
"I'm fine Jas, it's nothing. Just a scratch."
"No, you need help—"
Geralt collapsed, right into Jaskier's arms.
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Healing Notes
FanfictionWhen the one he loves gets injured, Jaskier has nothing he could do but sing. Sing, as his blue eyes gazed over the white-haired man who lay vulnerable to everything surrounding them. Sing, as he waits for his love to slowly recover.
