Winning Over The Weave Master

Fire and Ice

You groaned as you opened your eyes. Panic flared in you at seeing the unfamiliar room. You sat up quickly in the bed you didn't recall getting into. Hissing in pain, you closed your eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over you making you retch and need to lay back down.

Gale came rushing to your side, gently placing a hand to your head to check your temperature. He looked concerned but spoke in a calm, measured voice, trying to be reassuring.

"Hey, hey, calm yourself. You're safe. You're in my tower. You've been unwell and you're probably confused, but I assure you that everything's alright."

"Ga..Gale.. how did I end up here? What happened? The last thing I remember was pushing you out of the way and then this terrible pain and nothing but darkness."

Gale's expression hardened for a moment remembering the events of that dreadful day. He took a deep breath trying to compose himself.

"You took a hit that was meant for me and you saved my life. You were badly burned and fell unconscious. You've been here in my tower for the last few days. I've been doing everything I can to keep you stable and let you heal properly."

He reached out and gently took your hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"You ended up with a terrible fever, which is why you're probably still feeling nauseous. I'll see to it that you pull through this. I owe you afterall."

You didn't miss the hint of guilt that flashed in his eyes. He clearly felt responsible for what had happened to you. Even when he had no control over your actions.

"You shouldn't have done what you did. What you pulled was foolish, and quite frankly, downright suicidal. I thought I was going to lose you... I..."

He stopped himself from continuing with that train of thought.

You looked up at him with a frown of your own furrowing your brow, " If I didn't... I'd have lost you Gale."

Gale's eyes widened at your words and he was suddenly at a loss for how to respond. He swallowed hard, a mixture of emotions swirling in his chest.

" What makes you believe it's alright for you to throw away your own life to save mine?" There was a hint of incredulity in his voice.

You sighed realizing this conversation wasn't going to lead anywhere productive. He could be mad all he wished but you'd do it all over in a heartbeat. The fool didn't seem to realize just what he meant to you.

"Listen.... I'm sorry for worrying you alright. I made it and you're safe that's all I care about. How long was I down for again? Where are the others? Was anyone else hurt that day?"

Gale sighed realizing that you were trying to change the subject. He didn't have it in him to stay mad at you regardless.

"You've been out for nearly three days now. The others are just fine, they've been taking shifts to sit with you. You have no idea how worried we were."

You winced at the guilt you felt over that fact. Sitting up again, you took your time. The dizziness was more manageable this time around.

You shifted to slide your legs over the side of the bed. You needed to relieve yourself desperately. You took a rallying breath before attempting to stand up. Your legs didn't seem to want to cooperate with you and you ended up falling back onto the bed, with a grunt of pain.

Gale moved quickly to help you, concern etched in his features as he watched you struggling to stand up.

"Hey, hey, slow down. You're in no condition to be walking around just yet. You need to rest and give your body time to rebuild its strength. Just tell me what you need and I'll bring it to you."