A/N: Okay well Yeah. x3 I've been working on a fanfic for RO involving a Priestess and the Lord of Death... I'm done the first two chapters, but I'm hoping to get more done before I post it... in case I fall behind again. Hopefully I won't get bored! This is just to take a break from that. Something short to replenish my attention span. There''ll probably be more on the way-- just, whenever I get bored. So be on the look out for those!! 3 Oh, and I do not own Ragnarok, these characters (but i did give them personalities), don't sue me, blah, blah, blah.
It hurt. Oh, God, it hurt.
Her vision was black, the occasion white flash appearing before her closed lids. She couldn't tell anymore whether they were actual light or whether it was just a combination of pain and dizziness.
She could hear voices. They were faint and fuzzy, but slowly becoming distinguishable.
"Looks like she's coming to. Want me to up the dosage? …Sir?"
"…No. Leave it be."
"But—"
"Leave it be."
A grunt. A whirring sound. A couple of skipped heart beats on her part.
Pain.
She screamed and her eyes flew open. She didn't have time to register much of anything, except the red lights, test tubes filled with some sort of bubbling liquid, and the focused surgical lights dangling above her, obscuring the faces of the men leaning over her.
"Looks like we're on our way…"
"Marge! Hey, Marge! Are you all right? Geez, you like, totally freaked me out. What's wrong, girl?"
She groaned and sat up, cold sweat running down her face and back. Where was sh—Oh. Right. Where else?
"Yeah," The High Priestess muttered, putting her face in her hands, "Yeah, I'm fine, Kat. I just had a bad dream…"
"Oh. Yeah."
The High Wizard gave a small smile, hopping up beside her friend. "Marge?"
"Yes, Kat?"
"I know that I can't do much but—well, if you ever need something I'll be happy to help, okay? Just keep that in mind."
A small smile crossed the Priestess's lips, "I will. Thanks, Kathryne."