Death, Betrayal, and finding Love where she had least expected. It'd be an understatement, to say Raelyn's life had not been easy..
After a tough decision having been made, Raelyn finds herself in New Orleans four and a half months later. There, she...
The moment Hayley sees us heading towards her, she quickly hurries to our sides. "Is she alright?" She asks, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I don't know." I say, before gently lowering Raelyn to the ground, examining her condition carefully. Moving asside Raelyn's leather jacket, I check her torso for puncture wounds. Seeing none, I give a sigh of relief, before gently moving her hair out of her face, caressing it with my thumb softly. Sweat and ash covered her body. Her Black tank top had several holes on her torso, where the embers had begun to burn through the fabric, showing glimpses of several minor burns and dark, violent bruising decorating the skin.
Thankfully, however, there were no signs of open wounds. Taking comfort in that fact, I try speaking to her. "Raelyn...can you hear us..?" I ask quietly. Nothing. "Rae?" Hayley asks worriedly. She doesn't respond. "Rae..?" She asks again. Even so, nothing happens. "Elijah...do you think..?" Hayley trails off. "No. No, she'll be fine. If she has, it should only be temporary, her heart and head remain intact. Just give her a few moments." I say, caressing Raelyn's cheek. Even if only temporary.. "Raelyn..?" I ask softly. That does not mean it worries me any less.. "Wake up...come back to us.." I say quietly. Even as I do this, she remains unresponsive. Minutes pass, but nothing happens.
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"Is she...dead..?" The man asks. Sighing, I speak. "...Not permanently. However.." Before I can finish, Raelyn shoots up with a loud gasp, immediately beginning to choke on the smoke and ash in her throat. As she does, she lets out a pained yelp, latching onto her torso where the bruising is the worst. Seeing she's finally awake, I instantly sigh in relief, rubbing her back as she finds herself in a coughing fit. She winces in pain with each cough. Finally, once her lungs are clear enough, she manages to speak. "Elijah.." she says, her voice scratchy and rough, barely above a whisper, grabbing ahold of my suit jacket tightly. "I'm here.." I whisper to her, before sighing and closing my eyes, relieved that she was safe. Realizing she was now safe, her hands travel to my back, where she hugs me tightly, grabbing handfuls of my jacket within her grasp, as she rests her head against my chest.
Raelyn's P.O.V.
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