𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔴𝔬

"What? No!" Radagast grabs me.

A blast of pain floods into my skull. There's this ringing in my ears. I fall to my knees. It feels like all the breath has escaped my lungs. I gasp in the air. Radagst puts me back in the bed. I grip the sheets.

"Breathe. Breathe." He tells me.

I feel like there's something in me ripping through my body. 

"Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear." He mutters.

Blood pools from my nose. I hear Radagast chanting something. I see him press his fingers on my chest. I wince. My vision is starting to turn blurrier. What is this? I hear screaming as it floods into my ears. The little fawn jumps of and rubs my hand, that was laying over the bedspread, with its face. A wave of calmness pours over me. I wince as I sit up. The gasping has run still. I look down at the fawn.

"Thank you." I gasp out. 

"This little creature has an attachment to you. A bond that doesn't appear can be broken. Radagast picks up the fawn.

It looks so frail in his arms. He puts it back on the bed. I run my hands over its soft, gentle coat.

"You must be starving." Radagast says and he turns.