before you awake
Characters: Sherry Blendy, Lyon Vastia
Summary: Waiting was the only thing she could do.
The room was silent.
And it was white.
As white as the hair of the man who was asleep in the bed – even though he would prefer the colour to be described as silver. The woman at the bedside would usually chuckle at those antics but this time, she did not even find the strength to smile.
It had been one of those days that had never been meant to end well. She had gotten up too late, had reached the train station barely at time – only to learn that Yuka would stay back as he had eaten something that had not agreed with him the previous evening.
But this had mattered little.
A job was a job and this meant that even when it was only the two of them, they would have to do it. It might be harder and it might take longer but in order to uphold the reputation of Lamia Scale, they could not afford to back out. And on the paper, the job had not seemed all this hard. Actually, before Lyon and Yuka had voiced their interest, she had considered doing it alone because no matter what everyone thought, she was a mage suited for combat.
Now, she was happy that she had not done this because otherwise, it would be her – either in the hospital bed or maybe even worse, in her grave.
The way everything had gone wrong was easily described: he had decided to play the gentleman. Or according to him "I had to save you 'cause you saved me, all those years ago." She had wanted to hit him for this because what did it matter that she had dragged him to Lamia Scale when she had gone back to face her mistakes?
And now, he was injured because of her.
She bit her lip to the point that blood oozed out. Under different circumstances, she would never have allowed herself to lose control like this. Control was important to her, more important than anything else because those in control were the makers while those without control were like leafs in the wind.
And she was done being a leaf, had been since she had been a child, running scared from Deliora.
She looked around, biting her lip again while she nervously braided the vibrant strands of her pink hair. She was not scared of him dying. This fear had been shattered by the doctor who had calmed her down as she had freaked out over the injuries and the blood, dear Magic, the blood.
She tried closing her eyes but whenever she closed them, the memory resurfaced. She saw him appearing from her right side, pushing her out of the way and taking the attack himself.
That stupid, stupid man.
Had he no idea that watching him get hurt was far more painful than getting hurt herself? Did he know her so little? Never mind. She knew the answers, or at least, the answer she had found for the miracle called Lyon Vastia. He was done seeing people get hurt on his watch. And so, he rather protected and added the pain meant for others to the burden on his own shoulders.
"Fool," she whispered before her hand covered his.
His hand was warm.