She flowed straight through the medical checkups when we arrived back at the academy, treatment only for a concussion and slight abrasions. She didn't responded to the questions that were asked of her, she didn't converse with anyone. She wasn't even there, her mind had long ago made a retreat.
The doctor reported a side effect of shock, saying she would be fine when she awoke….
She was ordered to spend the night in the infirmary. The doctor left and came back, approaching her from behind; placing a hand on her shoulder. She shivered, and I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body swayed to the left, plummeting to the stone cold floor.
Solomon reached for her. He grabbed her, preventing a broken hip which would have somehow shattered her already broken body. He carried her bridal style to one of the infirmary cots, laying her down.
And I watched. Her head lolled to the side and all I could do was stand and watch. And that was all I could do.
I wanted to sit by her and comfort her and tell her it was alright. I wanted to hold her hand and tell her that nothing mattered, that I would protect her. But I couldn't. Because I knew it wouldn't be. And so did she. It was unavoidable. So I left, vowing to hunt down them, and to be back to help her as soon as I could.
And little did I know it would be the worst mistake I would ever make.