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Post by Naelona Ezel on Apr 10, 2010 20:37:55 GMT -5
Many things had a cruel, cold way of living. The wolf tore into its prey, and garden's flora consumed anything that came near their putrid flowers, disease sapped away what vibrancy ever was contained within the young afflicted bodies.. Life was a process of creation and eventual decay until it was pronounced deceased, but a few souls - like a slave's toy ball - kept bouncing just above that irreversible line and straying just far enough from the shears of the fates. Kristopher Roberts was one of those notable souls. Even when her own father became a potential shear.
The building was in ill repair, the rooms of the dying and the healing weren't that different. The place they called a hospital was staffed by well-meaning slaves and a few bored boogies, but that was all. At best it was a shelter from the elements and a place for a bit of rest and a bandage, at worse.. well.. at worse was six feet below it's foundation. A place to die, she supposed.
Pacing the lonely hall the end of her skirts fluttered about her feet, blending into the smokey shade that extended the dark path. A simple pipe rested within her hands, her last one ruined beyond use thanks to a certain Ezel. It wasn't long until the boogie came upon the room that held the boy that should be long dead. Naelona had always held a long-stemmed hatred for roses, one she was sure Kristopher now understood very well.
"Child.." The slave who she'd once lost and returned to her, of his own will.. Pacing to the bed and upon his resting form a cool hand touched his face, tracing a troubled finger along the bandages nearby. Naelona frowned, sitting lightly upon the side of the bed. She'd have to mind her brother didn't harass this one. Even despite the boy's record, she still feared it could end him.
"Wake." Nae murmured softly, watching with coal gray eyes the only eye the boy had left with which he could see. It was far long enough time to bring him home.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 10, 2010 20:49:14 GMT -5
In reality, Kristopher had lost track of time, especially the amount he had stayed in the hospital. All he could remember where bit and pieces of what happened to him, who visted with him, and what he even talked about. Most of his memories where in pieces. A price paid due to medication but at least he couldn't remember the piercing pain he had been in or how badly hurt he had been.
The blond slave was looking much better now. His right hand had healed with little scaring and was workable now. His left hand had healed as well as his arm and chest. It held some scaring but over all it wasn't too bad. The stitches had been removed and he only had a few bandages here and there to keep the larger wounds from being infected, even though it was scabbed over.
His eye was still bound in thick bindings. But the bleeding had stopped long ago. Now he was merely working on getting completely healed. He still had a few stitches left under the bandages healing but his eye would never work again. The poor eye would be as white as ever the the pupil even paler if he opened the poor thing.
He never heard his mistress come into the room, he had been resting in his bed peacefully. He only stirred when he felt something touch his face. The words he never heard but he opened his single working eye slowly and turned his head to the side to view Naelona better. His right eye blinked a few times and he sighed softly.
"Madam..." he spoke at first in confusion and then repeated the word a bit more coherently as he stared at her, smiling very softly. "Hello." He greeted her after a moment. However he pushed himself up in a sitting position as best he could, which he did rather well with. He didn't ask her when she got there, or how but it was nice to know she was here. At least she didn't give up on him. Without her and his brother, he would of been dead for almost a second time.
Another reason to be grateful for her and in debt.
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Post by Naelona Ezel on Apr 10, 2010 21:09:28 GMT -5
"Morning, child." Came the simple greeting with and even simpler smile in return to the boy. He'd been here far long enough in her opinion, and just as she was looking forward to the completion of her quarters once more, so was she looking forward to this boy being out of this bed and back to her own. She spoke with an usual softness, but seemed to pull it off in some.. strange way.
Naelona's eyes grazed over the boy as he sat up, moving her hand from his face to his body to shift the close to better view the scars and the healing in turn. So many scars already and here he now had so many more. It would have been better had her father signed his own signature all across his flesh, so loudly did the thorn-driven scars shout out to her sharp eyes. "You appear better than when you first arrived." and it was true. Even if little was worse than almost bleeding to death from par shredded skin.
"Have you rested well?" Well enough to return, that was. "It's time you come back home to me." and no more sending him off on foolish errands. At least not for now. Methodically, from head to toe she glanced at every bandage, looked at every scar he'd aquired. The simplicity of which she sought and found each one, and the varying expressions upon her face at the sight of each one only spoke of one thing - she'd done this several times before.
"Tell me what you recall, if it does not pain you to do so." Came her soft request, smoothing back a lock of matted hair. He'd need a bath soon after he returned, as well. And a patch. With a soft pat to her hidden skirt pocket the thought was set aside just as quick. That remainder of a detail could wait.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 10, 2010 23:16:44 GMT -5
He thought about this for a moment as he watched his Mistress pat at her dress and then ask him how he felt and what he could remember. That was going to be kind tricky. He didn't remember very much of what happened to him, but he supposed he could try.
"I feel much better then I had before. I think I can go about my daily life now with little issues." Minus a few depth issues from time to time as well as trying not to kill himself by accident by not seeing on his left. He might end up running into a lot of stuff for a bit and not realize it until it was too late. Ah well, he would adjust in time. He was always good at adjusting and surviving. It was how he reached the good old age of nineteen. Now, could he live past twenty-one?
Now Kristopher had to think for a moment. What did happen to him and what was medicine induced?
He leaned back his head in thought for a moment, "I remember giving the Lord some tea...and then he was talking to me. He, I think, asked about you and I told him what I knew. I got a flower to hold and give to you. But I know you don't like them so I didn't say anything." But really wanted to leave as soon as he had entered that room to be honest. But he wasn't going to admit anything like that.
"I um, don't remember much after that. The flower grew and I tired to get rid of it. But then Kyle came in and carried me. I remember seeing you and then that is it. After that...its hard to really say what happened. I thought I did everything right. I am sorry Madam, that I messed up the event and got harmed in the process."
Kristopher sighed softly then, raising a hand to his lost eye for a moment and then let the hand fall to his lap. It was going to take time to adjust. Lots of it.
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