Author’s Note: I'm hoping to make the next part longer, hoping I'll have more time tonight to write. Thank you all for taking the time to read my work! Your likes, comments, reblogs, and follows truly mean the world to me!
Overall Summary: Although you were born in the Day Court, you've been living in the Night Court for a century. You're close with the inner circle but what will happen when a new healer is brought into the picture?
Part 4 Summary: After your body and soul have gone through so much, how likely is it you'll survive?
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Warnings: talks of injuries
"The combination of these plants can lead to some serious complications." Madja informed Rhys and Az.
All of the color drained from the spymaster's face.
"I believe the venom in the cut was from her mission. I would have found it sooner if I had done her check up." Madja muttered, ashamed.
"This is not your fault. It is mine for not seeing Clara for who she actually is sooner." Az responded.
"Now is not the time to take blame. Y/N needs us. What can we do now?" Rhys added.
Madja looked over you, taking a second to think.
"Well, the powder probably just sped up the venom which caused it to attack her powers quickly. It is like an infection, I will treat her with some medicine for that. But I believe there is a power inside of her that she is not aware of." Madja explained, "it might be the reason she is still alive right now."
Azriel walked closer to you, kneeling next to the bed. He laid his right hand over yours and used his left to push some hair off of your face.
"What about the complications you mentioned earlier?" Rhys asked.
"I have never seen the combination of Spitfire Aconite, Vamire, and Aldirin used where it didn't immediately kill the fae once it entered their system. Those three plants combined are deadly, perhaps the mystery inside of her is what saved her. I am not sure yet, I will treat her infection for now and we will figure out the rest as we go." Madja spoke definitively.
She began rummaging through her things to find the medicines. She pulled out some liquids, a salve, and bandages. Dropping some of the mixes in your mouth, she could tell your fever was already dropping.
"We need to flip her onto her stomach so I can access her cut." The healer told them.
"I'll do it." Az jumped up.
He gently rolled you over and went to take the salve from Madja who gave him a look.
"Please." Azriel begged, needing to help you in any way he could.
She nodded at him and gave him the necessary equipment. She pulled Rhys with her out of the room, leaving you in the shadowsinger's hands.
He coated your cut with the cream and bandaged it snugly. Pulling up a chair next to the bed, he sat and watched over you.
Rhys and Madja made their way down to the rest of the group.
"I will go figure out some treatments we can try. In the meantime, I think you need to deal with Clara." Madja spoke up to the High Lord.
He gave her a nod, a steely look already in his eyes thinking about what she did to you. Entering the living area, he sent out a surge of his power so everyone felt it. He walked straight to Clara but she refused to make eye contact with the male.
"I gave you a chance here at the Night Court, to be a part of something bigger and this is how you repay me? You have caused damage to my friend that I do not know can be undone." He growled out.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Mor whispered, afraid of his answer.
"We don't know if we will be able to help Y/N. Clara here used a deadly combination of herbs on her but I'm sure she didn't expect Y/N to be so strong. Isn't that right?" He demanded.
"Wh...What? No I...I just...it wasn't supposed to kill her. It was j...just supposed to heighten her symptoms so I could then fix her. I swear. I didn't think it would do any true h...harm." She stuttered out, realizing the extent of her actions.
"Hmm so you're not a killer? Just stupid." Rhys spit out, "Nesta. Cassian. I trust you two can take care of her while I try to find a fix for Y/N?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Cassian spoke, his voice rumbling.
Nesta didn't verbally respond, just held the icy gaze she had on Clara.
"What? You can't do that!!" The female began to plead, terrified to be punished at the hands of those two.
Before anyone could respond, Nesta and Cassian winnowed away with her. Mor looked to Rhys, they shared a sorrowful look. Feeling like they betrayed you, they knew they needed to make it right. But first, they would have to help you survive.
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All of the venom, plants, herbs, antidots, and serums that were inside you weren't enough to knock you out fully.
You were awake through it all, fighting with everything you had inside your mind. You had felt Rhys enter your mind, tried to control your light for him but it was so strong.
Once Azriel's shadows entered protecting Rhys, you knew you had to fight harder. But you could feel everything. You could feel Madja unweaving the venom from your very soul. It was not only the worst pain physically but it made you feel so vulnerable and weak as well.
You felt another energy inside of you, something you never felt before. You tried to explore it, but the venom was controlling it and you didn't have enough strength anymore.
With Rhys and Az in your mind and Madja deep in your soul, you had never felt so bare before.
Once they finished and the venom was completely removed, you needed to rest. Knowing you couldn't fight it anymore, you succumbed to sleep.
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After a while, you woke up. Well, your mind was awake but your body wasn't. Your power seemed to be back in your control, at least it wasn't attacking you from the inside out anymore.
You felt like you could hear something calling out deep inside of you. You couldn't ignore it, it was as if you were hypnotized, following the sound.
There was nothing physically there, at least you couldn't see anything but you could certainly feel it. It was power, antsy to get out. You reached your hand toward it and it was as if it noticed you there finally. It latched onto you and energy shot through you.
It was a feeling you had never experienced before, consuming every cell in your body. You could feel it working its way through you, waking up your physical form.
Suddenly you sat straight up in bed, gasping, no longer trapped in your mind.
"You're awake!" Azriel spoke, his eyes wide in shock.
There's something about books that keeps me up at 3 am weeping over a character who had a mental breakdown over their favorite color. A surreal feeling of how these books make me relate so much to people in psychiatric wards and mental institutes.
There's something about how the author writes so beautifully and you keep trying to convince yourself that a person really wrote this and you worry about how no one checks up on them to know how they're doing and what they're going through because each character is a fraction of the writer's emotions and trauma.
