Carthispire

3

I woke up in a haze. Adien stood over me and said, "I think she's waking up."

I muttered, "Maybe I could if your big nose wasn't in my face."

I heard someone across the room say, "I would say she is up."

I looked down and found IV's stuck into me. Oh. Oh, creator no. I look up and said, "I really hate needles. Is there any other way to give me what I need."

My mom and a doctor walked in. The room was white and there was an empty bed adjacent to me. There was a huge open window that looked out over the city. The blankets though boring where soft and fuzzy. I sat up and my mother gave me a hug. She said, "I knew I should have taught you to fight. I'm so sorry baby."

The doctor was an old elf who had glasses and white hair. Elves don't go bald unless they have done it to themselves as a style option. Some older people don't want to have white or grey hair. Some hate the feel of their hair getting dyed so much they would rather go bald. This doctor said, "How are you feeling?"

"I want to go as soon as possible." I said, "What happened?"

"The vampire that bit you was probably sick." He said, "You had a rapidly growing infection on your left shoulder. We stopped it and it's clearing up as we speak. I recommend when I discharge you that you take it easy. Those bite wounds will take a little time to heal."

Zeckiel said, "I flew you over here and with help of some guy who saw me drop you off, showed me to your mother's inn. She was there cooking."

"Did he have dull brown hair and brown eyes?"

"I don't know. He said his name was Dav, Drev, or Dev. I forgot."

I smiled and my mom rolled her eyes.

The doctor said, "It seems like you are okay to go. Discharging you will take about an hour. Sit tight until a nurse clears you to go."

The doc left and my mother said, "Do you want anything to eat? Drink?"

"Yes, thanks." I said. She left with Adien and Zeckiel sat in a chair looking out the window.

I asked him, "Why are you still here."

He looked over at me and replied in a smooth tone, "The Emperor wants me stay at your house. He remembered your mom and how good of a soldier she is. He trusts her. I can't go back home. My father has a dead or alive bounty on me."

I tried to sympathize, "I'm sorry. Though, if you want my honesty, it's not that unexpected."

"No. It's not." He sighed, "He's... He's horrible. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What's your dad like?"

"Was." I corrected, "'What was he like.'"

"Oh. I didn't know."

"It's fine." I assured him. I sat crissed crossed, "He was a great man. Strong like my mother. He was protective and a real family man... If you want you can ask Adien if you're that interested."

He nodded and looked out the window again. I felt a little bad for him. I don't know what his childhood was like. He wanted to hear about others to make his dad seem like the worst possible person. He was really hurt by his father and blaming him isn't going to make him feel better.

"Zeckiel. Look. Blaming people-"

"I'm fine."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, if you want to play the cliche of 'Mr. Dark-and-Brooding' be my guest. Don't you dare interrupt me or lie to me. Blaming your father isn't helping anything. Does his name imply he's horrible? Sure. Does he do horrible things? Sure. You need to move on though."