Sanctum: Evigilationis

Re-visitation of Faults

I was to blame. It was I who stayed out too long, who stoped and rested at the tree. I was to blame for my friend's death. I dreamed of terrible things. Of Patience's death, the snowstorm, the battle following her murder. I knew that I was dreaming very lightly, because I  would momentarily awaken to see Cecelia or the boy watching over me. Once I even saw the silver-haired woman.

When I awoke from sleeping, I expected to be nice and warm. The truth was, I was freezing. I felt as if an icy hand had clasped at my head. "Ughhh", I moaned. I was sick. I felt as if all strength was being drained from me. I was sweating as much liquid as a giant storm system. Or that is what it felt like. II shivered and groaned again. As if on que, Cecelia entered.

"Oh my gosh how are you? I was so worried. Didn't Catherine tell you not to do that? What were you thinking? Why would you even do that? Why didn't you let us help you until you passed out?" She kept on in this manner until she realized that I had not responded to any of her questions and was just looking at her. I had no strength to answer. I felt like a lead weight had been dropped on me as I recalled the events of the previous night.

I tried to get up, But my head swam and spun. Then a throbbing pain in my temples. My eyes flashed black, and I fell back again. My leg screamed in pain and my entire body was sore. Cecelia came over to my bedside and looked on with pity. She moved to help, but I relaxed. I breathed easily and calmed down. My heasd stopped aching. I took a deep breath and looked up. 

She looked beaustiful, almost as if she was glowing. She looked at me, then she smiled. I my heart did a backflip in my chest. She took a cup of water from a tray. She told me to sit up, and I did as she commanded. I took a sip of the cool liquid. Then another. I did this slowly until I had drained the rest of the cup. She offered me food, which i looked at but realized I would not be able to hold down. I shook my head to the best of my ability. Then I let myself sink back into the dark oblivion.

Dreams and darkness shook me, to the point where I could bear them no longer. I awoke and found the boy sitting at my side. He looked up at me as I stirred and called to Cecelia. She ran into the room, there was worry in her eyes. She seemed to relax even if it was just a little. 

"Well, good to see that you're alive." She said.

"Well, it wouldn't do for me to die in my own mind, now would it?" I responded dryly.

She nodded her head an left the room. I took this time to see my other companion in this world. He was a little taller than me standing, with a less of a muscular buld. When he walked, he walked with  a limp, as if he had suffered some great injury. Then the memories came back and I thought of someone I knew on the outside. Someone who had broken his leg in the same explosion that had put me into a coma. Jon was here.

It amazed me that anyone could get in. Jon had always been my best friend and now he was there, helping me. "Up you go, Daedalus." He said as he helped me prop myself up into a sitting posiiton. My leg was numb, but still I couold feel the pain trying to reach my head. They had bandaged the would up. Evrything around my bed was red for some reason. I realized that was my blood. No wonder I was so weak. I had so much blood that I should have been unconcious for days. I worked up the strength and I asked, "Jon, how long have I been out?" 

He turned to me with great distress and said, "Three weeks and two days."