Zephyr II
My hand is throbbing from the knife I stuck in it but it is all worth it when I see Mayrah working in the castle, in the healer's ward.
"I hurt my hand." I approach showing her my injuries.
"Gods, Zephyr! How are you being so casual about this?!" She begins to panic.
"It, uhm, is fine." I dismiss. "Just help stitch me up." I smile.
"This is not fine! Zephyr, what is up with you?!" She whispers to me, urgency stuck in her tone.
"Is there something wrong with me?" I frown deeply.
"Oh gods. You don't see this?" Mayrah gestures to my hand.
"I see the knife, but I am not dying. You can fix me." I smile kindly at her. Gods she's so beautiful, I never want to screw things up.
"You're right. I can do this." She whispers me to herself than to me, reassuring herself. "Okay, set your arm here for me."
I do as I'm told but I can't stop staring into her beautiful hazel eyes.
"I'm going to quickly pull it out, okay?"
"Okay." I say with calmness.
She smiles at me for a couple seconds before returning to my hand and yanking the knife out. "I can't do this to every patient, but you're special." Mayrah covers my injured hand with two of her own and when she lets go I am all healed with nothing to show for it except a tiny scar.
"You're magnificent." I say amazed.
"Keep it bandaged or you're going to get me in trouble." She grins and grabs the gauze to wrap me up.
"I'll never let you get in trouble." I want to lean in and kiss her.
"I find that hard to believe." Mayrah blushes and tapes up the wrapping.
"That's it?" I frown from the disappointment I'm feeling. I was hoping this would take longer--all day or week even.
"We can draw the curtain and act like I'm actually stitching you." Light dances in her eyes.
"And what are we actually doing behind the curtain?" I smirk.
"I just want to be with you. You are familiar and this has been such a long first day." She whispers and sighs.
"You seem to be the only one who wants to be with me." I breathe out. "Sleep in my chambers tonight."
"You're such a lovely person." Mayrah reaches up and gently caresses my face. "How could no one want to be with you?"
"My family thinks I'm socially--" I stop myself. "It's doesn't matter."
"If it matters to you it does matter." She frowns, a small v shape forming between her eyebrows.
"I'm not exactly the best at social cues, jokes, emotions..." I continue to recall all of the things my siblings have told me within the past few years. "They think I'm inappropriate at times."
"I'm so sorry." She says heartfelt as she lightly touches my arm.
"Don't be. They might be right. I have my good days and my bad days." I stare adoringly up at her. This, this is a good day.
"Don't they all have good and bad days too?"
"What? They're perfect." I say. "That's sarcasm."
She chuckles and shuts the curtain pushing me inside. "You're so cute...Kiss me."
