"Please stay?" [oops]
The couldn’t be happening. This just could not be happening.
They’d gotten Rhysis. Well, they hadn’t gotten him completely. He’d put up one hell of a fight. But in the end, even though they had been the Awoken’s forces back, he’d been grievously injured in the process.
So that was how Laine came to be sitting on the bed where he was attached to various monitors, bandages and stitches and whatever else covering his form. Though he was much bigger than her, curled up on this bed in the Wolves Ketch, he seemed so small.
She sat with one of his hands in her lap, silent tears falling down her face. She didn’t want to cry in front of everyone, but in the privacy of the infirmary, she allowed herself a moment to let her emotions out.
Gentle fingers traced the patterns of the lines on his palms. She let out a sob, turned and looking at his face. It was almost if he were just sleeping. But it wasn’t so.
Laine moved so that she was sitting by his head, leaning down and pressing her forehead to Rhysis’ cheek, whispering to him. “You’re strong. You’re so strong, Rhysis...” The tears started to flow again. “You can pull through this. We need you. Please come back to us. Come back to me. Don’t go...”
Her hand brushed through his hair as she sat there, forehead pressed to his cheek, tears running down her face. “Please stay...”