Rescued From Shadows

Chapter Three

“So you can not be sure what happened to him?” Fingon asked looking at the head healer. She sighed a bit and moved a few strands of hair that covered her face. “It’s hard to say, we are not sure how much is the drug that’s still in his system or how much damage they did to his mind. Then as for wounds, that’s a whole other story. They are bad, they can start bleeding again and we have to change the bandages regularly...I know you told us that he seems hesitant to take any medication but he may have to. It’ll make sure he’ll stay healthy.”

Fingon sighed and sat down across from her. They had been speaking for a while but nothing being said was being helpful at all. They still did not know how to help Maedhros, summed up they just said just heal. “Alright. Just do what you can, yet, I can take care of the-” Yet, he was cut off by a scream that echoed from the other room. He jumped up with the healer and ran across the hall and threw open the door. Fingon came to a sharp stop as he found Maedhros laying on the floor withering in pain. He was pretty sure he did see blood but he had no idea where it was coming from. He signed for the healer to stay there and he approached Maedhros slowly.

“Nelyo?” He asked softly as bent down beside him. Maedhros shivered and looked at Fingon with confused eyes.

Fingon pushed his emotions off to the side as he said, “Nelyo. I have to get you back onto the bed, you have a broken foot. You can not do it yourself.”

Maedhros just looked dazed and confused as he lay there. Fingon put a hand on Maedhros’s shoulder and he yelped. His eyes darted to look at Fingon with surprise and slight horror. Fingon did not remove his hand though, he just rubbed, small gentle circle on his shoulder. “Nelyo. I am not going to hurt you. Please, trust me.” He said gently. “I can help you. Just trust me...Mayo.”

Maedhros blinked after a moment and nodded a bit. Fingon then quickly moved to moved Maedhros into a sitting position and then lifted him up. Maedhros was like a ragdoll in his arms as Fingon moved him toa chair in the room. He was extremely careful with Maedhros’s foot as he did this, he did not want to move him to the bed just yet. He wanted the sheets changed since some of them were stained with blood. “Just wait right here,” Fingon said gently to Maedhros.

He stood up and went to head healer, “Get me what I need to patch up one of his wounds. I do not think he’ll be okay with anyone else being near him.”

“Very well,” The healer said. “Should I get some servents to change the sheets for the bed?”

“Yes,” Fingon said with a nod before turning back to Maedhros and kneeling beside him. Once again he chose to speak softly to him in Quenya. Telling him it was going to be okay and things were fine. Fingon did his best to hold back his emotions, he was worried sick about Maedhros. He barely even looked the same as he once did. He just seemed...empty.

Fingon then looked up as someone came over with a tray filled with the things Fingon needed. He nodded his thanks as they moved away. Maedhros tensed a bit as Fingon began looking for the wound that opened up. “Do not worry, ninya málo.” He said gently as it took a few moments to realize the bleeding was coming from his back.

“Okay. Nelyo, move forward just a little.” He said as he moved Maedhros forward. “It’s just a small wound on your back. I am going to patch it up alright?”

Maedhros made no reply but he did relax slightly with Fingon. His cousin just sighed and said, “Alright. I am going to patch it up now.”

Maedhros still said nothing as he sat by Fingon who carefully cleaned the wound and rebandaged it gently. He was a bit tense as Fingon moved his hands a bit more but stayed a bit calm as Fingon just spoke to him softly. When he was finshed he moved his shirt back down and sat back down on his heels. He rested for a moment before standing up and helped Maedhros up once more. His cousin leaned into him as he helped him tot he bed.

“There,” Fingon said once Maedhros was seated on the soft mattress. “Nelyo. Your clothes are slightly dirty...do you want some fresh ones?” Fingon offered gently.

Maedhros looked a bit suprised by the question and then slowly nodded. Fingon smiled as he stood up and walked to the closet. After a few moments, he came back to Maedhros holding a fresh change of clothes. He put it by Maedhros and said, “Here we go.”

Maedhros looked up at Fingon and stared into his face. He opened his mouth and slowly closed it. Fingon knelt in front of him. “Maedhros. I am here for you,” He said. “Whatever you need just ask.”

“Help?” Maedhros asked softly as he looked at the pile of clothes next to him. Fingon felt a bit more of him shatter as a look of embarrassment spread across his face. He then ducked his head as Fingon was quiet for a few moments. Maedhros despite being just confused and dazed, he knew that he needed help with this. Yet he knew Fingon...this Fingon will help him and won’t do anything to hurt him. This Fingon was his málo and he always had been.

Maedhros slightly jerked out of his thoughts as Fingon put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at him and Fingon offered him a smile. Maedhros tried a smile and titled his head to the side. Fingon chuckled softly said, “Okay. Let’s get you in some fresh clothes.”

Maedhros nodded slowly and let Fingon help him take his shirt off. Fingon froze for a moment as he saw how many bandages were wrapped around Maedhros. His right arm was covered completely in bandages, there was heavier bandaging by his shoulder. His left arm was also bandaged all over, more so my his upper arm and his wrist. His chest and stomach were completely covered along with his neck. Fingon hid his reaction as he helped Maedhros put on his new shirt.

Maedhros seemed to melt a bit as he felt the soft fabric once more. Fingon chuckled softly as Maedhros snuggled into his sweater. “There you go,” He said. “Do you need help with the pants?”

Maedhros nodded and Fingon helped Maedhros up a bit and then changed. Maedhros then let Fingon move him back. He sank back into the pillows and looked at Fingon, “I’m-m glade. Your your-r-r you...and here.” He mumbled.

Fingon just smiled and said, “Me too. Get some rest Nelyo,”

Maedhros nodded a little and closed his eyes. Fingon moved a chair over and leaned forward and took a book from a shelf. He sat by the bed and read quietly. He did not want to leave Maedhros’s side while he was like this. His friend looked so confused and hurt. Fingon wished to Eru Ilúvatar that Maedhros would be okay. That he could help his cousin, he lowered the book and gazed at him. Maedhros’s face was not calm...it was scrunched up in pain.

Fingon just closed the book and moved the chair closer to his cousin. He looked to Maedhros who looked uncomfortable but so far he was sleeping calmly. So far.