Random Story Scenes (Writing Practice)

Worry

It was midnight when the medics came tumbling out from the sky blue tent. Aremia quickly wobbled up, using her staff as a support and ran up to the white-clad men.

"How's he?" Aremia asked, stumbling through her words.

"His life is safe." One of the medics answered. Aremia breathed a sigh of relief, and the medic continued. "He needs more rest for now. Where is Sam?"

"She's dealing with some things right now. I don't know the specifics."

The medic nodded along. "Thank you. Please take care of Mister Zach. Some injuries cannot be healed by magic alone."

Aremia sighed quietly. "Of course." She said. "You can leave him to me."

The medic gave a small smile and bowed before taking leave. Aremia sighed again, looking at the tent in front of her.

Quietly, she stepped inside. Zach lay still with a blanket draped over him, chest moving up and down. Aremia took a sit next to him and gazed at his face. He looked like someone who is grasping desperately for life, and he was grasping desperately for life, considering the injury he had gotten.

Aremia bit her lips. The tragedy happened that morning, when she, him and Sam were ambushed in the fog. Enemies rushed out from the fog and attacked from all sides; to put it simply, it was hell. She had to constantly be pushed aside and behind because some enemy decided to attack her, being a helpless cleric.

Then the boss, a skinny man with hair like a lion's mane, ran out and caught Sam off guard. Aremia remembered shouting for her dear friend, and Sam was also shouting. It all happened so fast, and Aremia shivered, knowing that she was remembering that part; the worst part.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a figure shed its bow and ran in front of Sam. It took a scream of pain and a glimpse of brunette hair for her to realize that it was Zach. Thankfully, Sam took immediate action and slew the skinny lion man.

Aremia remembered on how Zach's body had dropped and lain unmoving, and on how she felt like a part of her had been taken away. She felt her chest ache and decided to stop thinking.

Instead, she observed. She observed on how Zach's breath was slowly becoming steadier each minute and how Zach's color was starting to return to his currently pale skin. She continued observing before finally her eyelids fluttered and she fell asleep.

Aremia woke up to the loud sound of the rain pouring heavily outside. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes in an attempt to clarify her sights.

"Oh, you're up." A highly recognizable voice came from behind. Aremia turned around and found Zach quietly reading.

A wave of relief washed over her, and she loudly sighed.

"What's that sigh all about?" Zach raised his eyebrow with an annoyed look. Aremia chuckled and closed the distance between them.

"What're you reading?" She asked instead of answering. Zach shot her a look before lifting his book to show her the cover. "Fangs, by a popular author whose name I forgot." He shrugged.

"Short term memory for a short boy... Quite fitting really." She hummed playfully as Zach's head shot up in disagreement.

"You're only one inch taller than me! One!" He cried out, closing his book quickly. Seeing Aremia laugh loudly, he continued. "You remember when we first met? Four years ago? Remember how you were a midget compared to me?"

"The past is in the past, idiot." Aremia muttered a reply.

"Also, please mind the fact that I have the higher magic power despite of me being an archer, meaning that I have higher intelligence than you!" Zach exclaimed triumphantly.

Aremia gazed at him for a while, lips pursued. Then she brought her knees to the chest and tore her gaze away.

"Then why did you do that?"

Zach eyed her, confused. "Do what?"

"That stupid move you made yesterday."

Realization dawned, and Zach silently breathed an "oh."

Rain and thunder filled the silence. Aremia still refused to look at him and Zach still didn't know what to say.

Hesitantly, Zach brought his hand up to the back of his neck. "Well... we don't want Sam to get hurt, do we?" He mentally cursed himself for failing to hide his reddened cheeks.

He was about to speak again when a hand slapped the back of his head, along with a cry of "IDIOT!!!". Caught off guard, he nearly tumbled down, but he managed to catch himself before actually tumbling down.

Rubbing his head, he whipped his head around and was about to protest before he saw the mess Aremia was in.

Red-faced and on the verge of tears, Aremia stood up and cried out. "Don't you think that we don't want you to get hurt too?! Don't you think that we also care about you too?!"

Stunned, Zach stayed silent as Aremia continued, tears now starting to stream down. "Don't you know how worried we were?! Sam had to go make an appointment with the Head Bishop to get the high medics to treat you because your wound was too darn severe for healing magic! And me? I couldn't even sleep without fear and worry creeping into me!! You could've thought of a better way to save Sam, because I can! Intelligent? In your dreams! You're as idiot as an idiot could be idiot!"

Zach stayed silent. Aremia, who was panting heavily, sat back down and slowly tried to calm herself.

Thunder rumbled once more, and the dreadful silence was agonizing.

"...sorry." Zach finally said, after minutes of tense silence. "I... um..."

Aremia shushed him, and said with a weak smile, her voice desperate. "Just... don't ever do it again okay? Please."

Zach hesitated, then nodded. Aremia breathed a sigh of relief before resting her head on his shoulder.

Zach let her, and not long after, she drifted into sleep. Her rapid breathing finally slowed, and her tense muscles finally relaxed.

Staring at her sleeping face, Zach felt a calm sort of bliss along with a pang of pain. He quickly shook his head and gazed upwards towards the ceilings, before looking down to her again.

What she said about not being able to sleep, Zach found it to be true. Dark circles were quite visible under her eyes, and she has lost a bit of color from her face. Zach felt that pang again, and he thought.

He had long viewed Aremia as a pompous rival. He had also admired Sam greatly and had developed a strong crush on her. Looking back to the Aremia he saw, he didn't think that she would care about him this much. Again, that pang hit him.

He stared and stared. He hesitated, then shook his head again before laying down on his back, taking Aremia down with him.

And he asked himself the question. What did she do to give him such warm feelings?