Words to Say
When he walked in the room, the anger, no the fear, no both emotions showed on his face and I didn’t know what to do. Here was this person, this man, who for so long had seemed to be my nemesis, the thorn in my side, someone hoping to take me down any chance he got, who had now saved me and was staring at me with a look I couldn’t begin to describe.
“Why did you do that? You hate me?” I demanded, more forcefully than I meant to.
He shook his head, pacing in front of me. “What the hell kind of question is that?”
“A valid one. At every turn so far you have blocked me, stepped in my way, held me back somehow. And now, you decide you should try and save my life?”
“Well I’m so sorry princess.” His tone sardonic. “Next time, I’ll just let them eat you.”
“I had it under control. It was a known variable and they weren’t going to hurt me!”
“Not hurt you? What do you call that?” He stopped pacing long enough to point at the long cut down my forearm that was beginning to bleed.
I lifted my arm looking at it, having not noticed or felt it when it happened. “Its nothing, a scratch.” I shrugged it off, willing away the pain that bloomed across the now throbbing cut.
“That is not just a scratch.” His anger filling each word. “Why would you put yourself in that kind of danger?”
“It’s my job to protect my people. I need to be able to do so.” My voice wavering slightly as my head began to swim. Fuck, the warbler used the poison barb. I could feel the blackness start to overtake me. I was lucky, it would only knock me out. But it proved his point and the last thing I saw before I was enveloped, was the last thing I expected, his face filled with worry as he caught me, before I hit the ground.
When I awoke a few hours later I expected to see my brother or Mueller ready to lecture me, but instead, he was still there, the same worry that I saw before. When he realized I was awake, he schooled his features, his usual scowl returning as he looked at me.
“A scratch doesn’t knock you out for a half a day.” He leaned forward the words coming out like a whisper, in a tone that didn’t match the look on his face.
“Just go. Please.” My eyes closing on the words, embarrassment flooding me knowing he was right and how I had no idea how I would protect my people.