oblivious [anne x gilbert]

Chapter 11: Frost

Marilla lay on the floor blood pooling and flowing from her head.

The sight was atrocious. Eventually, Anne was told of the time she fell down the stairs while she was at Aunt Josephine's party but this was ten times worse. She must have fallen from the very top.

Anne stood there feeling utterly hopeless as she watched as Matthew kneeled next to her with a cloth pressed firmly against the biggest cut she hat on the side of her head. She saw that purple-ish bruises were already beginning to form and her stomach reeled. Many other small cuts laced her cheeks and face but the greatest was receiving the most attention from Matthew who had to keep blinking to keep the tears from blurring his vision. Finally, he noticed that Anne hadn't done a thing since arriving on the landing and he spoke up.

"Anne! I need your help right now, please..." he pleaded with her in a quivering voice.

Seeing the pain behind his eyes, it made her realize she had seen that particular look before, it was the look belonging to someone about to lose someone they loved. It snapped her back to reality. She firmly looked him in the eyes and nodded, silently signalling so Matthew knew she would do anything at this moment to help save her family.

She knew from a few too many harrowing past experiences at the asylum that this cut was far too deep to be treated very long with simply a cloth. Marilla needed a doctor and fast. The only official doctor was all the way in town, she needed someone closer or by the time the doctor came, Anne would need to send for a coroner. She needed a doctor.

Cold air threatened to freezer her lungs, in only her nightgown, coat, and boots, Anne ran as fast as she could through the seemingly never-ending forest. A gentle frost has coated the trees and the leaves under her feet and if it hadn't been such a dire situation she surely would have stopped to admire the way it had glistened ever so slightly in the pale moonlight that led her. Graceful and light, it was the perfect metaphor. She knew the woods well enough not to need a candle, Matthew needed as much light as he could get and she had decided she could risk it. Although light or lack thereof wouldn't matter if the cold wind nipping at her cheeks and nose and the tips of her fingers and toes threatened to kill her first.

After what felt like weeks she arrived at exactly the destination she desired, quickly yet carefully she hopped up the steps and frantically rapped of the door. She heard hurried steps approaching and, at last, the door swung open and the warmth from inside flooded over her and heated her face.

"A-Anne? What are you- wait what's wrong?"

"No... time!" she panted. She roughly grabbed his wrist and began to pull but he didn't even budge.

"Hold up, hold up. W-wait!" he shouted.

She faltered for a moment and looked up to meet his gaze.

"It's Marilla, you're the only..." she cleared her throat "You're the only doctor that can help her, the doctor in Charlottetown isn't fast enough. Gilbert please, I know I don't deserve it and I have said things- "

Despite the situation, Gilbert couldn't help but be the tiniest bit happy that the little redhead was here in front of him again, talking to him.

"Anne, its fine don't worry, I'm here." He cut her off, looked into her eyes and placed his right hand over hers, which was still gripping his left wrist. She returned the determined stare and they ran off, hand in hand, faster than they had ever run before.

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I'm sorry it has been so long, but I've had school and I moved and yesterday I fell really ill and I know that I  needed to post so I'm powering through a headache and stuff for you guys! If they are any errors pleasee tell me because I don't have a lot of energy to check for mistakes. Thank you for being so understanding. Also sorry this isn't the best :(

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9/16/18