I'll Fight for You

Ch 10

Tabitha laid starring at the ceiling above. A dark navy blue with speckles of gold spread randomly about. They looked like little stars twinkling at her. The fire cracked as it burned, keeping the room from being chilly. Loki and his mother had left for her to rest but sleep continues to avoid her. Her mind was attacked with worry and fear. Tabitha Knew they are waiting for her.

"You are awake?" a deep but wise voice spoke from the door way, as she turned her head to see the aged man walking up to the bed. He had long white hair with a golden patch over his right eye. This must be Odin, the all father she has read about. "You have suffered many pains child; I came to see how you faired." He walked slowly but he seemed strong and confident but also weary.

"Oh yes, I find it hard to sleep sir." he smiled.

"Do not worry of formalities. I came to see who had taken care of my son while he hid from punishment." Odin pulled a small bench from the side of the bed she had not noticed before, sitting down on its cushion. "He seems very fond of you. He was very adamant about seeing you well." She gave him a look of slight shock. “The last woman he cared for was Sigyn and that was some time ago. Seeing him express compassion is a refreshing sight." he said.

"Oh" Tabitha looked back to the ceiling. Why did the mention of another woman with Loki make her..... Uncomfortable?” Odin chuckled a bit leaning back placing his firm hands on his knees. Then he stroked the length of his short bearer and responded.

"Do not worry she has not been in around for years. Tell me, how was he in Midgard?" The all father seemed light hearted. This man before her couldn't be the one who called for Loki's beheading. He seemed kind, caring, and wise. The aged man waited for her to speak. Tabitha sat up with her hands resting in her lap. Was she to give him details or be blunt? She worried about what her words would lead to for the silver tongue.

"I found him in the snow passed out. I took him home gave him a warm bed and food." She said nonchalantly. “He left and then he came back. He asked to stay and I let him. He played a few tricks here and there but it didn't hurt anyone, other than that he was good." Tabitha turned her head to the all father. "In some level we connected." Connected, yes that was the word. "We became close friends in the short time we spent."

"Close friends?" he smiled. "Are you sure that's how you feel child?"

"Yes" No. She wasn't, in fact she didn't know what it was she felt. "Sir, what was my conditioned when I arrived?" his face became serious.

"You were mangled badly." He hunched over a bit, reaching out lightly grasping her hand. Turning it palm up to face the speckled ceiling. “You had cuts lined from your scars" he pointed to light blotches on her wrists. “Down the lengths of your arm. Along with both arms dislocated and almost every bone in your legs shattered."

"Then how come I am able to walk? The only broken thing I was told of was my ribs." He released her hand.

"Our technology is advanced. Our medics were able to heal your wounds quickly. They had to handle a part of you piece by piece and not all at once. Keeping your vitals stable was what was difficult. You had lost a lot of blood and you were unresponsive for some time." Tabitha clutched the throws a bit.

"Thank you for your help." She said with a slight dip of her head. She was beaten an inch from her life again and she has no recollection of anything. Odin rose from his seat beside her.

"I am glad to see you feeling well. I will be off now, I have things I must tend to and you need sleep." he stopped just at the door turning his gaze to her brown eyes. "In a couple days you will be feeling good as new. Goodnight child." she returned his goodnight as he left. A couple days, she could only hope they are not after Kale now. She looked down to her wrist on her lap. The scars were faded from the last time she saw them. They weren't red like before just a pale pink. A lot like thin pink velvet ribbons wrapped tightly on her skin.

They all have seen her marks. She turned her hand around again pulling up its sleeve to see the marked skin. Besides her wrist the skin was almost flawless. Her other hand grazed were the lines once shown. Smooth and warm like skin is supposed to be.

The door creaked again as it was pushed open. Another visitor, a Midgardian seems to draw lots of attention here.

"Oh good you are still awake Miss." a cheery voice bounced off the chambers walks. “I’m sorry for being late, I came to patch you up and give you fresh clothes before you slept." a young woman walked in with long blond extravagant hair flowing behind her; wearing a light violet dress complimenting her pale flesh. It held a light shimmer to it in the fire light. "My name is Gia, it's nice to finally see you moving."

The girl held robes in her hands with a small jar nestled in top. Tabitha slid up slowly so she sat upright. "Gia, nice to meet you." Gia covered her mouth with her free hand and let out a giggle.

"We have met before but you were resting." she placed the items on the nightstand. "Now off with everything." The shadows danced on the walls while Tabitha slowly peeled off her top. No shame she must have seen her marks before, she thought. Gia had rolled the robe so she could easily slop it over her head. “You have very pale skin; you should go out in the sun more often." She slipped her head into the robe and slid her arms in.

"I try to avoid reveling my scars." Tabitha responded curtly. Gia looked at her quizzically.

"What scars?" Tabitha looked at the blond woman then returned to where they gazed before. Was she blind? It was a giant pink square on her back. How can you miss something that stood out like a black dot on a white canvas? "Miss the only scars you have are on your wrists. At least from what I have seen." ‘Perhaps there treatments have cleansed me of my scars.’ She thought

"You're right Gia, I'm sorry I am very tired can’t really think right." She smiled at her care taker while she returned the gesture. Best to accept it than fight it.