𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ⎈ 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘯

Chapter 10- Scars

Rowan's POV- 

𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐌 before my eyes. I couldn't stop shaking, yet I felt like total shit. The words of those around me swam in and out of my ears. One thing that I was painfully aware of, however, was that Peter Pan just rescued me. 

We arrived back at camp. 

Camp. 

The place Pan had prevented me from going for days. Well, I hadn't exactly wanted to go back, but I digress. 

"What happened?"

"Peter, where did you go?" 

"Is Rowan okay?" 

"No, she's not okay, you moron!" 

"Did you do this to her?"

"Yeah, and he can do it to you." 

"Shut up, Carl, don't be a piss baby." 

Someone accidentally bumped into my leg and I cried out. 

Pan walked faster. 

Their questions stopped and I realized that I was inside a tent. I heard muffled talking, though I didn't have the energy to focus on what they were saying. 

I groaned, my everything in searing pain. 

"FELIX I JUST MURDERED 20 PEOPLE, IF YOU WISH TO MAKE IT 21 PLEASE KEEP STANDING IN MY TENT!" That was one thing I heard quite clearly. 

I couldn't focus on one thing. 

My breathing became rapid and uncontrollable. I felt as though I was running a marathon, for my heart was racing in my chest. 

I felt Pan undo the disgusting bandages that were wrapped around my leg. I heard him curse.
I squirmed, trying to let go of the agony that I was feeling. 

"Rowan, lie still, please, love."

Pan's voice was laced with a sort of panic I had never heard before. But, due to the shock, I did my best to lay still. 

"I am so sorry, but I won't lie. This is going to hurt." 

I let out a scream as my vision turned white. The pain was almost more than I could bear. He had poured some sort of something onto my leg. 

He then poured it onto my left wrist.

I screamed once more. 

I couldn't take any more pain. My head began to spin as I fought for consciousness. 

"My love, please stay awake. Focus on my voice. I know it hurts, but stay awake. Only two more, my darling. Two more." 

He poured substances on my right wrist. 

Agony filled every inch of my body. I couldn't tell if I was screaming or not. All I could hear was a sort of ringing that was filling everything.

Black spots started at the corners of my vision.

"NO!" Peter's voice cut through the ringing. 

"NO! STAY AWAKE, DAMN IT! ROWAN, AWAKE!"

I focused on his voice.

Awake. 

Awake.

Awake. 

Just as I thought I was getting a better grasp on the concept of "awake" he poured something on my head. 

All the pain finally got to me and I passed out. 

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