Nursed back to health

[pippilongsockings]

Nursed Back to Health Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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[demainvient]

[ The very last thing he expects is to wake up. Standing there between the white-haired man and Maelle, the only thing between them, the only protection she had, he'd known: his strongest attack hadn't even singed the man's beard while it burned out his arm. All he'd had left was his sword and his need to protect, and neither of those were enough, not enough to keep another blade of light from stabbing through him. He'd seen the floating petals of chroma before the darkness took over, and he'd known he failed.

The first thing he's aware of is pain. His chest is on fire, every shallow breath is agony. His lungs feel tight and wet and thick— he coughs, and is immediately lashed with pain. It lances through every shredded, abused muscle and nerve, and he tastes blood, chokes on it. Rolls to the side as his mouth fills and his breathing stutters to spit out a mouthful of wet red splatter. His lashes flutter as he blinks, vision hazy. It's dark. There's a glow, somewhere off to the side... the Nevron? All its lamps lit once more, floating from its many arms, threatening and seemingly immortal—

There's a voice he doesn't recognize, and a hand holding something out. None of that is important, nothing is, except this: Gustave's hand shooting through the dark to grip this wrist, fingers tightening enough to make bone creak despite his weakness. His voice is a hoarse shade of itself, but he pushes it out as well as he can. ]

Maelle!

[ He'd fallen into darkness, and he'd been the only thing standing between her and death. His heart, bruised and limping, slams into a fearful sprint. ]

Where is Maelle? Is she—

[ He blinks again, vision clearing a little more, and— recoils at the gleam of firelight on white strands of hair. ]

Where is she? What have you done with her?