'Are you awake, Gaius? ... Gaius?' She spoke the last word with joy, as such, more song-like than before. 'Wake up, it's time for your medicine. '
Her face was darting, bouncing off each wall as it hit it. Her pink hair was now more radiant than ever; eyes rolled round and round in their socket.
I close my eyes. I can feel he freezing sweat on my forehead, panic cold in my mind.
I've lost it! I've forgotten!
Even in the darkness I could see the world spin round and round. There's a great buzzing noise living in my head until, for a moment, her soft voice broke it again.
'Gaius, just for a moment, wake up...'
It was Olivia's voice, I know that. She is the only one who can excused from the battling without being greatly missed. Besides, even if I didn't recognise the voice, she is the only one with pink hair in our army at the moment.
The darkness the screamed and whirled around me.
I've lost something. It's completely gone. What... what was it? Ah damn - it was bloody important. I have to remember it - I have to!
Struggling, I began to search for consciousness, and a long way off I heard myself groan.
'Here we go.' Another voice. ... Fredrick? No... it was... was... Henry? Yeah. It was Henry. I feel myself sigh. Wait - WHAT WAS HENRY DOING HERE?!
A rather unnerving arm, propping up his shoulders, placed something in my palm. I think was the medicine. Maybe?
Whatever it was, I feel it dissolve into my hand and sprint around inside my veins, reaching from my head to feet. Even though it may seem very calming to have something heal you gently, it isn't. Trust me. He world's spinning again and panic is rushing back to me.
A few faint words flash through my dazed mind and away like the climax of music; my memory is clutching, grasping: 'On the day of the dead's moon -'
Olivia's staring down at me, I can feel it, most likely worriedly. I'm not too sure what face I'm pulling but, unfortunately, it's probably a very pained one. 'W-what did he say..?'
Suddenly, I felt energy; I sat bolt upright, eyes wide and staring.
'On the day of the dead's moon -' I look at her, pleadingly, without meaning to. 'That's all I can remember! It's gone! Why? There's somethin' I really needed to remember! Damn and doubled damn - what was it?' My face crumpled as I fell back helplessly, tears forming at the back of my eyes. She's stroking me gently on the back. That's all she can do. We aren't really that close and she knows I don't like physical contact too much. But still, in a few moments, I began to relax. It's nice, soothing, having someone here. Someone who is now acting like the motherly figure I hardly had.
She looked up in distress at Henry.
'Is he...' she pauses, thinking, probably, about how word this nicely. 'Delirious?' She whispers.
The dark mage shakes his head and I sigh to my myself.
'No, I think he's way past that,' he's speaking like he knows all about it. I hope he does...
'Physically, the worst is over. This is um... more like a... bad dream, nightmare, yes. Though... he might have lost some of his memory...' Henry practically squeaks the last few words of hat sentence. Shit. If he's right then... then I've lost it. Sugar.
I fall asleep again, quite easily by accident now. The world around me just fades, as I hear the first few words of their conversation.
...Something about me getting sent to the commander...
... in a week...
... to stay there...
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