Ryka and Luka

Ryka's POV

I'm awaken to the crackle of a fireplace, the aroma of burnt wood lingers throughout the room, which sources the warmth to be little overbearing. I slowly sit up with my head resting against the headboard of the bed, fringed by the smothering heat from the blanket and the scalding inglenook, I instantly thrust the covers off me. I perceive my surroundings to realize I'm not in my house, with the distinguished furniture, the handcrafted quilt, and the antique paintings along the boudoir walls. I respire with ease when I comprehend that I'm in Hana's household, Kodi must've transported me here as soon as we returned to Wenslock, which means I've been asleep this entire time.

In the corner of my eye, I catch a glass of ice, cold water placed on the bedside table, and I reach for the glass to steadily drink the quenching liquid. The refreshing water relaxes my nerves and puts me at affluence, for it feels as if I've tasted this divine beverage for the first time. I finish my final intake of water and put the glass back onto the bedside table. I glance at my broken leg; it doesn't look like Hana's done anything to it yet; she probably wanted to wait until I was awake to tend to it.

I slightly move my injured limb, "Uhn!" I softly groan. I leisurely close my eyes with my hand pressed delicately on my forehead, what did Viggo mean that sometimes our loved ones are the ones who betray us? Is it possible that someone that's closed to me is responsible for all this havoc? I mean what could they possibly want Luka for, it seems that this whole situation ties down to him. The convenient wrong map that led to us to an ambush that just happened to be on the dragon hunter base, so they could attempt to capture Luka, the reasoning for Viggo questioning me for the location of Luka, and even before Viggo and I's brawl he instantly depicted a liking towards Luka and threatened to take him away.

I can't let that happen wounded or not, I will protect Luka at all costs, and I'll do whatever it takes to do so. I attempt to have an inkling on who close to me could be capable for pulling something off like this, but with the lack of dynamism I fail horribly. I gently massage my temples with the tips of my fingers, to send tranquil to my shot nerves. I hear footsteps walking up to the outside of the bedroom door, I watch the door slightly crack open as Luka peeks his big head in.

"Rawr," Luka roars happily when he sees that I'm awake, and he makes his way to the side of the bed. He nestles my face with his big gentle head, and he licks my face as he purrs with delight. "Hey Luka," I chuckle softly, "It's good to see you too."

"It's good that you've decided to join the rest of world, young lady," Hana speaks lightheartedly, "I'm pleased that you made it home safety, Ryka."

"How long was I asleep?" I ask nicely. Hana enters the room with knapsack full of her remedial equipment, which contains pain medications, wooden and metal splints, a roll of bandages, a bottle of a pasty adhesive; to keep dressings closed tightly around an injured body part, and along with similar supplies that I hold in my backpack. I remain silent as I patiently wait for her response.

"Kodi said as soon as he put you to sleep, that you were out like a light and you've slept throughout the night without disruption." Hana replies, "Now let's have a look at that leg, shall we?" Hana carefully examines my battered limb; she studies with a sequence of tests involving range of motion; they were like what Kodi did once before. I wince when she moves my leg forward and when she applies compression to the bottom of my foot. "There's a break in the inferior bone, it'll take a while to heal, but you're lucky it could be worse."

It doesn't take her long to determine her prognosis, she immediately begins to shawl bandages around the wounded part of my leg. "There that should do it, but I demand a five-day bed rest for you. This isn't just for your leg, but to also regain your strength by eating a healthy meal, staying hydrated, and receiving plenty of rest." Hana orders, "You're instructed to stay here for the time being."

"On who's orders?" I ask with a hint of sarcasm.

"On my orders," she declares firmly. I instantly retract my acerbity; I feel my cheeks blush with embarrassment from my little outburst. I know better than to take my anger out on her, since Hana raised my mother, Hana's practically like a grandmother to me. She's allowed to put me in check if I step out of line. I know from experience that when she tells me to do something that I obey her wishes without complaints, Hana isn't one to pick a battle with because she usually will win that battle.

The last thing I want is to be constricted, but I know why she wants me to stay with her; it's because Hana knows that if I try to sneak off. That I won't get passed her, she plans to keep an eye on me until I'm properly taken care of, and there's no use trying to talk her out of it. I remain silent as Hana gently places a pillow under my leg to elevate it. She sits at the foot of my bed and waits for me to respond. "Alright, if that's what you think is best, Hana" I sigh in agreement.

Hana nods her head with approval, she begins to clean up her equipment and place them in her bag. "Very good, I know this isn't what you're used to, but I'm doing this for your own good," she recites. "I'm cooking a hot chicken stew with a loaf of bread, with seasoned garlic and a seaweed wrap. I'll bring you a bowl when it's finished."

"Sounds delicious, thank you," I acknowledge her kindly. Hana continues to her walk to the bedroom door; she glances at me and then at Luka.

"Luka, keep an eye on her for me, make sure she stays in bed," she orders.

"Rawr," he roars with understanding as Hana exits the room.

"So you take orders from her now, ha-ha," I softly laugh as I check on my bandages, I check for any mistakes like a non-sticky strand hanging out or uneven wrapping, but there was nothing. Not that I would find any errors Hana's wrapping facilities are flawless, I remember my mother's skills are almost exactly transcending. Luka sniffs at my draped leg and places his dressed leg next to mine, "Guru," he softy growls.

"That's right Luka, we're the same and we'll get through it together. Just you and me." I reply encouragingly. "I might as well get comfortable because I'm going to be here for a while." I gently lean my head against the head of the bed, I leisurely allow my eyelids to close and with my best efforts to clear my head. I try to avoid any thought of the dragon hunters, of Viggo, or of the mysterious Viking behind all this hell. I fail in doing so, thoughts of everything came flooding into my brain, there's no way Viggo is telling the truth of how he's not the enemy.

Viggo is behind all of this, and he plans to hurt all our dragons and Luka, but what if his is telling the truth and someone that I love is out to hurt the dragons or my friends? Who could possibly be doing all of this and how are they pulling it off? How did Viggo know that my mother was missing? Theories and unanswered questions flood my mind and shocking my nerves into a crazed mess. I sense the uneasiness conquer my body creating stress on whole new level, I now know how Hiccup felt when he dealt with all this craziness.

I feel Luka as he places his tender head on my stomach encouraging me to place my hand on top of it, I begin to relax when he purrs to comfort me, "Guru," he remains their and doesn't move. I smile as my feelings begin to subside and I'm more at ease, "Thanks, Bud." I speak softly.

When Hana enters the room again, I immediately jump at the sound of the door, "Easy Ryka, it's just me," Hana calmly appeases, "It's suppertime and I have a nice hot bowl of stew for you, along with a couple slices of bread, and a small mug of chamomile tea." She strolls to the left side of my bed, and carefully places a tray onto my lap. "Eat up, you need to regain your strength if you're going to recover at a good rate."

"Yes Ma'am, thank you," I acknowledge with gratitude.

"You're welcome, Ryka" she replies, "I even brought a basket of fish for Luka, I figured he'd e hungry as well."

"Rawr!" Luka roars happily as Hana places a basket of fish in front of him, he licks her face showing he appreciates the offer.

"Ha-ha, thank you Hana," I laugh, "Luka definitely loves that idea."

"Yes, well I'll leave you two so that you can enjoy your meal and I have some things I need to take care of, enjoy!" she recites as she exits the door closing it behind her.

I eat my supper quickly, for I can't even remember the last time that I sat down and ate a meal. The savory chicken from the stem was delicious with its gravy mixed in with carrots and celery, the slices of bread with the rich flavor of garlic clash perfectly with the greeny, sea salt seasoning. I finished the last bites of my food with sips of my chamomile tea, which will help relax my nerves and prevent any headaches from occurring.

Luka finishes off the last bit of his fish, I stare out into the dancing flames of the fireplace, drinking more of the tea. The more I stare into the flames, the drowsier I become, I glance into my mug of tea, I know immediately what she's done. She slipped a dose of sleep syrup into it, I don't know if I want to get mad at her or thank her.

When I feel that the sleep serum was steadily taking effect, I gradually slump down into a laying position, and place my head on my pillow. Luka notices that I'm leisurely drifting to sleep, he lays his head on my stomach again, and patiently waits for me to fall asleep. "Guru," he purrs softly.

I delicately stroke his head, "Thank you Luka," I whisper, "Goodnight bud." I can feel the strokes of my hand are growing slower, and before I drift off into slumber.