13: Check
wc. 332, end of Post-SB, Vertical and B'ig
Vertical sat on a chair in front of the bed of an Ishgardian room. B’ig laid unconscious in front of her, bandaged from his neck to his waist.
The battle against the Ascian who took Zeno’s body took a toll on the both of them, but B’ig especially, Vertical thought, thinking back on the events that took place.
She remembered when she was on the ground, the Ascian stood towering before her about to strike, only for B’ig Nunh to jump in front of her blocking the blow with his own sword. But this was for naught, the swords fought against each other for but a moment before the Ascian broke through and cut a deep line from B’ig’s chin to his abdomen.
Vertical remembered catching him as he flew backwards onto her. Before she could do anything though, her mind was taken into another plane with a hooded man in a robe.
Take me back! Take me back! She yelled. He told her his message.
She awoke later, in another place, the Ascian that puppeted Zenos nowhere in sight. She carefully picked B’ig up and started walking, slowly, limping, to anywhere. And then she fell, and it all went to black. When she woke up, she was in Ishgard, lying on a soft bed, her arms wrapped in bandages.
According to one of the Ser Aymeric, who was alerted by one of the servants when Vertical had woken up, Estinien had saved them from the fight. She took a note to thank him later. The Lord Commander had also tried to get her to get some more rest, as she was quite battleworn and bruised, but Vertical insisted on seeing B’ig.
And so, she sat in front of his bed, waiting for him to wake up.
He was quiet, still. Too still.
She carefully, so gently laid her head on his chest and listened.
Badump… badump… badump…
Just to make sure…
Badump… badump… badump…
…He was still alive.
Badump… badump… badump…
