Playing With Knives- LoZ

scene 48- headache

"Link? C'mon, wake up."

He felt a gentle tap on his cheek. He blinked his eyes open. There was a blurry face above him. He blinked again. It was Zelda.

"Do you remember what happened?"

He sat up, rubbing his head.
"Judging by the fact that my head hurts so much, I'm guessing I dropped a box on myself."
"Mhm." Zelda nodded.
"Sorry about that. I made you drop it."
He looked to Zelda's left and saw another girl, sitting on her knees. Morgan. He smiled.
"It's fine."
"Oh, thank you."

"So, um, we put a bandage on your head. It was... uh... bleeding, just a bit. Just a tiny bit. Nothing too serious, haha."
He looked back at Zelda, who was smiling nervously.
"I hope it doesn't hurt too much."
"Not really. I have a tough head. I've done this a lot. Too many times to count."
"Are you trying to make me feel better? Because it's just making me more worried-"
"Sorry. Did I interrupt you? Sorry about that. Anyway, you don't need to worry about me. I can do that myself. There are better things to worry about."

He stood up, and so did Zelda.
"You sound like a broken record when you say that."
He looked away, crossing his arms. There was an awkward silence, which Zelda broke.
"Also, I don't want you to keep working. You could hurt yourself again."
"Oh. Well, I don't want to take up space here and get in everybody's way. I'll head out."

He started to walk away, but Zelda grabbed his arm.
"No. I want you here. You... you've gotten... hurt too many times. I don't want that happening again."
"Fine. I shouldn't leave you here by yourself, anyway. I shouldn't run away from my job."

"Don't worry, Princess. I can stay with him. You go do... whatever it is you need to do."
Zelda turned around and stared at Morgan. It wasn't a glare or anything, just an emotionless but intense gaze.
"That won't be necessary."
Morgan looked down.
"Oh. Well, I can help."
"Alright. Let's see what you can do..."

The two girls walked away, leaving him alone. Again. It felt like Zelda kept doing that, walking off without him. He followed closely behind them after jogging over. The quick movements made his head hurt, but he just ignored it. After all, he was used to it.

As he walked, he looked out at the surrounding fields. A group of people were gathered nearby. Maybe they were here to help.

It made him think about the strange group he had seen on his way here. Were they the same people? They had seemed awfully suspicious.

He had a foreboding feeling, but he shook it off. He was probably just being paranoid, like he always was.

He saw the people start walking over to the town, but then he lost sight of them. It was as if they had just dissapeared. But that wasn't possible. Unless... no. They couldn't be. Well... they could. It was entirely possible.

He apprehensively put his hand on the hilt of his sword. He was just being paranoid, he told himself a second time. Just being paranoid. There was nothing to worry about. It was just a group of travelers that had stopped nearby.

He heard a shout. He turned to face the origin of the sound and saw a person in red. He narrowed his eyes. So he wasn't just being paranoid.

He pulled his sword out and ran towards the person. Zelda looked back at him, but he didn't notice. He was too busy trying to find the person. Where were they? Where did they go? Another flash of red caught his eye. He ran toward it again, but it was nowhere to be seen once he reached that spot where it had been.

He felt something touch his arm. His left arm. He spun around to face his attacker. He was face-to-face with an upside-down Sheikah eye symbol. Yiga.

He swing his sword at them, successfully hitting them. They returned the blow, slicing at his arm again with their sickle. They swung again, and this time he blocked the curved weapon. They pushed against each other for a moment, before the Yiga did something unexpected. They backed up, pulling their sickle away.

He stood still, holding his sword on front of him defensively. Then, to his surprise, the Yiga didn't go for his body or the sword. They faced the dull side of the sickle towards him and hit him in the head with it. He stumbled back, an odd, staticky darkness clouding around his vision. He tried to blink it away, but nothing happened. He shook his head, but nothing happened. It only consumed more and more of his vision, until all he could see was darkness. Then, he felt as if he was falling. Falling forever.

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"Link! Oh, no, no, no, no! Link! You! You did thi- AAAAH!"