My Last Hope (Truth Series 4)

31: An Army Stands With You

Chapter 31: An Army Stands With You

Seto's POV

I slowly open my eyes. I close them immediately when I'm blinded by a bright light. I groan from the pain pounding in my skull. It feels as if my head is about to burst.

"You're awake!" A voice exclaims happily. I know that voice but I can't place it at the moment."How are you feeling?"

"Head hurts.." I reply quietly.

I feel a wave of magic wash over me and the pain in my head is reduced to a dull ache. "That better?"

"Yeah," I mumble. I slowly blink my eyes open allowing them to adjust to the light. Once I can open them properly I see a pristine butter colored ceiling. I sit up carefully wincing when I put too much pressure on my wounded arm. I'm now sitting upright on a simple bed with white sheets. All around the butter colored room are various medical supplies. I'm in the infirmary of Sky Army's base. A blond haired man stands next to the bed I'm on. It's Brice. He smiles at me sheepishly.

"I tried healing you the best I could. But I haven't really been focusing on my magic studies and I'm not as good as you when it comes to potions."

"It's fine. Thank you." I whisper. My head hurts to much to say or listen to anything louder. It feels as if there is a nail being pounded into my skull.

The door to the room flies open. Smack! It hits the wall and drives the nail deeper. Standing in the doorway is Sky, eyes wide and scanning the room, frown clear as day on his face, and hair running in a thousand directions. Finally he spots me. He grins and darts over to me with a shrill cry as he engulfs me in a hug. "You're awake! You're okay!" He pulls back quickly, his hands placed firmly on my shoulders, frown resurfaced, and eyes examining me hastily. "You are okay, right?"

"I'll be fine Sky," I reply as loud as I can manage, which is just barely considered 'normal'. "I just hurt my arm a bit." I reassure him gently.

"Are you positive!?" He demands. "What happened!?"

I wince at the increasing volume of his voice and the unrelenting hammer pounding a nail in my skull. "You shouting isn't helping any."

He releases me from his grip and hurriedly steps back, "Sorry! Sorry!" His voice is hushed and the emotion in his eyes runs rampant. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," I repeat with a roll of my eyes. Some people just worry too much.

"What happened!?" Sky repeats in a strong albeit quite demand.

"I was ambushed by a group of witches. They got the jump on me but I handled them just fine."

"Just fine!?" His voice slowly rises and his fists clench. His voice fills with too much emotion to decipher. "When we found you, you were unconscious and badly injured. If we hadn't gotten there when we did you would be dead. And even know you have a concussion and bruises cover your body! When we first brought you here the nerves and muscles in your arm were nearly severed and several of your ribs were so close to be being broken, we were afraid that is we so much as moved you wrong you'd break! And now you're telling me that you handled those witches without a problem!? Well then how are you nearly dead!?" His voice has risen to an angry roar. I can feel my own angry bubbling in my chest. So much that I don't even notice my headache anymore.

"I'm alive aren't I!" I shout back. "At this moment that's all that matters! Now if you'll excuse I have stuff to do." The last sentence is hardly a subtle whisper. I hop off the hospital with a small grunt of effort. I don't wait to find balance on my legs before stumbling to the open door of the room. I trip but I'm caught by a hand grabbing my uninjured arm.