When he woke up, he couldn’t move his left arm. It took him several minutes before he had the mental clarity to realize it was in a sling. He had been shot somewhere between his shoulder and his heart. The blood loss had been considerable, but the damage wouldn’t be permanent, or so the medics told him. He paid no heed to their words; his focus was entirely on Nesota, who lay unconscious in the bed beside his. He wanted to reach out and hold her hand, but she was on the side of his restrained arm.
He jolted when she awoke with a pained scream. He turned his body as far towards her as he could, but she was out of reach and unable to hear him through her frantic pleas. Watching her suffer hurt worse than the shot to his torso had. He would have taken several more if it meant she’d be unharmed. When a medic approached her with a needle, a moment of irrational fear struck him. He thought they were going to grant her wish, but it was merely a sedative. He cared far too deeply, and he knew it, but he wasn’t going to try not to.
“Can you move our beds closer?” he asked the medic. “I want her to see me the next time she wakes. I don’t think she knows I’m alright.” She couldn’t possibly know. If she did, she would never have wanted to leave him alone in the world. The medic seemed to understand this without further explanation and moved his bed within inches of Nesota’s.
He reached across his torso with his right hand and touched her arm. He could reach her at last, even if it wasn’t quite close enough to hold her hand. “I’m here. I’m here now,” he whispered. She was unconscious and couldn’t hear him, but it made him feel better to say it. His own sedative was administered and he started to drift off, his fingers still wrapped around her arm. “Don’t be afraid, Nessie…”
She was out, dead to the world when Thanny spoke to her but somehow she was able to hear him, was able to feel his touch upon her skin. They had some sort of special connection that allowed Nesota to be completely aware of who was next to her even though mind was dark, and off. But still her body was trying it’s best to kill her and put an end to everything, thinking that the love of her life was dead and she should join him.
The shot to her stomach would be fatal to anyone but Nesota was one of the tougher people in the universe who had endured more torture than one person could count. Her body was so used to it that at first it held it all in, like the shot wasn’t real, but now that she lay here on the bed, the realness was beginning to settle in.
A couple of hours pass. Nesota lay upon her bed in silence, body never once moving again. The sedative they’d given her was strong as hell and doing it’s job...until it wore off. Suddenly she sits up with a gasp for air, another agonizing cry coming out of her. It hurt less than earlier but her cries told no different.
As she lay there writhing in pain, she notices who’s next to her. Hand reaches out to grasp at his arm. She clings a little too hard to him, breath ragged and broken. “T-Thanny?” She breathes out, a slight laugh coming from her for a brief moment, “You’re alive...” Her vision was coming in and out for a moment, causing a dizziness within her. Suddenly, the need to sleep has arrived but she fought against it as best she could. “I...I thought I lost you.”
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