Musa riven

Riven's reaction to finding Musa, badly hurt in an unfamiliar hotel room.

I barged into the room and analyzed the scene in front of me. Musa's long dark hair was cut off and lying on the desk with a pair of scissors. The only clothes in the room were a blue thong and something that had once been a tank top but was now no more than shreds of cloth. The bedside lamp was shattered and glass covered the floor. Then my eyes fell on the bed. The sheets were a mess and covered in blood. Musa was just barley covered up by them, her legs spread wide and chained to opposite bedposts. Her ankles were raw and bleeding from trying to escape. Her hands were tied together to the headboard and tied high enough that her back and head were actually lifted off the bed. Her face was streaked with tears and she had a cut along her right cheekbone. She was gagged with what looked like a dog muzzle that a child's bouncy ball had been tied to. It was a horrendous sight that made me want to scream and cry at the same time. Her neck was covered in hickies, and she had a black eye and bruises on her arms that showed just how rough her captor liked it. I quickly grabbed the underwear and pulled off my sweater. I broke the chains holding her and looked away as I dressed her, still trying to give her some sense of dignity. Not that she would have noticed, seeing as she never woke up. I picked her up, and her tiny china doll frame weighed nothing in my arms. I was practically shaking with anger and for a brief moment I considered taking off and just running. Not letting anyone near her again, just her and me. But then she whimpered in her sleep and I noticed that my left arm was dripping in blood. I set her back down and pulled the shirt up, it was already soaked in blood, and I looked for the first time at long gashes on her back. I yanked the shirt down and hoisted her up, immediately flying to the door. I had to get her to a hospital. I never stopped once, never broke stride. I ran in, yelling for a doctor. When a man tried to get me to go wait for them so they could operate on her, I growled that I wasn't leaving her and he backed down easily. I kept my word and stayed with her until they brought her into the recovery wing. By that time the gang had been phoned and they were waiting for us there. The girls were all sobbing and Timmy was pretty teary eyed as well. Everyone was out of their minds with worry but I couldn't deal with them now. They seemed to sense that, and didn't say anything about it for quite some time. Nurses came and went, adjusting machines and bags of fluids. Still Musa lay there, stiff unmoving in a position that looked like a mummy. All in all VERY un-Musa like. Soon a doctor came in and said "Well young man, she's going to be alright. She has had some head trauma so she might need a little time before she wakes up, but in a few days she will be good to go"

"Thank you" was all I could manage. I was just so grateful that she would be okay. When he'd and the gang had left, saying something about coffee. I leaned forward and whispered "I love you Musa baby " and I pressed a quick kiss on her forehead.

"I love you Riven" It was just barley a whisper. So quiet I'd have thought it was my imagination if I hadn't pulled back and seen her beautiful eyes looking up at me.

"Oh God Musa! I love you more than you'll ever know!" I wrapped her in a hug, more intense than any kiss. I knew I loved her from the moment I met her, but now I knew I couldn't live without her. This was the last time I'd ever let her go.