Broken Blade (Discontinued)

Mare

Where am I? What happened? What time is it? I slowly gain consonances again. There's someone holding my hand. I close my fingers around the hand. I am startled when the person jumps. Who is holding my hand and why did they jump? Slowly I open my eyes and instantly see Cal staring down at me. He sees that I notice him and a smile appears on his face. Tears appear on his face along with the smile. One or two tiny droplets fall. I smile slightly. Lifting my hand feels like 7 tons but I do it any way and wipe the small tears away. Cal lets out a small chuckle, "You're okay! How do you feel?" Cal says. "Like I've been stabbed which would make sense. I'm fine." My voice comes out husky but sarcastic as ever. Cal's smile grows. I actually don't feel that bad. I hurt but it was defiantly bearable and not as bad as expected. The lack around trying to piece everything together. I realize I am in a plain room with almost nothing in it. I think I am in the medical unit but I am not sure I have only seen the room that held everybody and was divided by curtains. "What happened" I ask Cal "Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. I will tell you everything soon." Cal says playfully. I roll my eyes at him. Just then something popped into my thoughts "Wait...Ugh!" I shot up forgetting about the wound. The pain became excruciating. I grimace and hold on to my chest. Cal's smile disappears and is overcome with worry. "Mare, what are you doing?" He say frantically and carefully lays me back down. "I'm fine...ugh...just forgot." I try to smile hoping to calm him. "I'll go get Sara, she will help." Cal started walking towards the door. "Cal I told you I'm fine." I cough hard and I taste metal. I don't know where it came from but  it is  now obvious why I haven't moved. "Let me get Sara" Cal says worried. "No! I'm fine." I say back and wipe the blood off my lip. "Cal, is Shade okay? How's my family? What about Kilorn, or Farley, or Cameron? How are the new bloods? And the silvers? I need to go see them." I say faster than I ever thought I could but it wasn't fast enough. I need to know. I carefully and quickishly try to get out of bed. Cal lightly pushes me back into bed. He pushes so soft as if he is afraid to break me, as if I were made of glass and one wrong more will shatter me. "Everyone is fine. The only one who is not fine is you, lay down. You are not healed enough to be moving like that. Sara is very weak herself and can only heal you so much. She will at least gt you to the point were you can't rip or tear anything like you just did, I'm guessing." Cal sternly says but a hint of worry nipped at the tone. Sara is okay, but what about Julian? I understand what he's saying but I can't do nothing. I have to make sure everyone is okay, I have duties that need to be done and I can't do them sitting here. "Cal, you don't understand I can't let Ptolemus's actions stop me. I have duties that need to be taken care of." This is no different than a wounded soldier that wants to keep fighting the war cause he knows it's the right thong to do. Cal should understand this more than anyone but it just doesn't seem to click. "Ptolemus." Cal says through gritted teeth. Cal's sudden emotion change startled me and is beginning to make me swear. Cal's golden eyes are now filled with anger and need for revenge. The heat that is radiating off him is near deadly. "Cal stop! You're going to set the room on fire." Whether he heard me or not I don't know. His look is far off and distant. I carefully sit up and grab his face pulling it to mine. I cradle his face in my hands and force his gaze to return back to the present, to return back to me. He snaps back and we stare into each others eyes. "Cal, stop." He calms down and the temperature returns to normal. Pain starts to replace the rage in his eyes. He grabs my hands and removes them from his face. He breaks our gaze and now looks at the floor. "I... I got to go." Cal says so softly as if it was meant more for himself than for me. Cal lets go of my hands and walks out of the room, his eyes never leaving the floor. I watch him go, wanting him to stay. Wanting him to comfort me. Wanting to look into his eyes a moment more. Who am I kidding though I nearly just died and have only been awake for less than fifteen minutes and we are already arguing.