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Before She Wakes

I had a scary feeling that I was doing something wrong.

Then I woke up one morning with a crazy idea, but I'm hoping that its a good one...

How does everyone reading feel about  boyxboy reationship side thingy?... ;-)

What is living even all about? Is it just breathing, eating, taking care of your body, being able to continue to support yourself? Or is really living taking risks, making memories, doing what you love? Is it all science or physiology?

Nimith Nolin's POV

The girl was completely still, her head on the bloodied edge of my sword hilt. I thought somewhere in my dulled mind who is this strange creature? but then realized that the blooded hilt was not from a fight of mine, but the girls own blood. As my head comprehended that that was what woke me up my body fell to its knees to get closer to the girl. My hands moved away the sword from her face and rolled her over onto her back. Instinctively I pulled her damaged head into my lap and inspected her scalp and opened wound.

It was bleeding freely, the thick blood now pooling around us, but that was not where my attention was. A darkly glowing mark wound around her right eyebrow and stopped at where the two brows met. It was a magnolia flower, a sign of some clan of witches. My hands had stopped moving, mostly because my mind was still processing this girls close to fatal wound. 

A witch? Why would she even be here? Witches are never that close to this country and if they were they would be under close watch and key. What- Just then the girl stirred, a moan escaped her lips and her mark twitched as she furrowed her brow into a scowl. The pain from that must be something else. 

 When she didn't move again I checked her pulse; weak but still going. I positioned myself so that  I could pick her up and wrapped my arms under her knees and shoulders. Her head lolled back, and that was what I was worried about, so I gingerly placed it onto my shoulder. I slowly made my way onto my feet thinking the whole time Why is she here?Why i she here? As she continued to sleep. 

I shifted to put her down on the love-seat and her forth head slid onto my neck, right below my ear. I wa expecting some flash of heat or a curse of death to be placed upon me, but nothing happened as I stood their stupidly cringing at the girl I was holding.

As I set her down I gave a small smile at the way I still called her a girl even though I was taught that witches were disgusting creatures, without anything; name, gender, blood even. I like to think of myself as above all of those idiotic adults that have no right to be talking about matters that have nothing to do with themselves. All anyone could talk about were the other-worldly things that were creating all of the darkens in this realm and their own. 

No. I thought , Darkness is because of hatred and anger toward others. They brought everything on themselves the stupid huma-

The girl shuddered as I set her down and again examined her scalp. I wrapped the quilt that was on the table around her body and continued to treat her. Because this was my private place to do with what I wished, I often came up here after a battle to clean my own wounds, instead of letting some other half trained nurse do it wrong. I pulled out bandages and a needle an string; this was going to need stitches. 

After cleaning up her head and her hair, which was as long as her back and curling right before the tips, I threaded up the curved needle. I found a few other wounds, a few bruises that were still tender and deep blue and purple, but none as bad as the cut.  felt bad abut it but I did tie down her hands and feet, in fear of her waking up before I was done and hurting herself further.