Chapter Ten:
It wasn't until three days later that Fili actually opened his eyes.
Kili was asleep, something that Oin knew wouldn't last. The two somehow always managed to sense when the other needed something.
Fili immediately tried to sit up, glancing around as if he had no idea where he was or what was going on. The first thing he asked was, "Thorin?" in a hoarse voice that the healer could barely hear over the sound of the younger brother's breathing.
"He's alright, he's going to be fine. His chest was smashed by a mace, but the elves helped. He's just got to wait out those broken ribs and his broken ankle; he'll be moving around again in no time."
Fili smiled, falling back against the pillows with a grunt of pain. He was silent for a moment and let Oin check him over briefly before his eyes suddenly turned wild.
"Kili?"
"It's alright, he's okay. He woke up a few days ago. He's sleeping now."
"He…" Fili seemed to be struggling, trying to find the words. Worry settled into Oin's bones, but he ignored it. The prince had sustained a head wound; it was only natural that he'd have some complications when he first roused.
"Injured?" Fili finally ground out, his teeth clenched against pain or frustration, the healer wasn't sure.
"I'm not sure how much you remember. But he'll be alright as long as he keeps still, and lets himself heal." they both snorted at that- Kili still was never an option, "His leg… it's going to be a long journey with that one. Not sure exactly what happened, but I can only imagine that he was bitten by a warg? The creature twisted it something fierce. And then of course the arrow wound in his chest. That's healing nicely, except for the fact that he keeps tearing open the stitches. There were two bolts in his back, but luckily the armor managed to stop them before they got into his skin too far, he'll just have some spectacular scars."
Fili looked extremely relieved at the news.
"Alright lad, back to sleep with you, we can talk more when you wake later."
Fili looked annoyed at the statement, choosing instead to try to sit up again. He winced as he put pressure on his right wrist, and Oin frowned.
"Let me look at that. Must have missed it when you were sleeping… Probably a sprain, nothing more." As the healer spoke, he was brought back to before the elf healer, when he'd been wishing Fili had been injured with nothing more than a sprained wrist… He couldn't help but allow himself a small smile.
He wrapped the appendage after making sure there were no broken bones. Fili was still trying to get out of bed to see his brother, but Oin gently pushed him back under the blankets.
"Rest," the healer commanded, "He's not going anywhere."
A strange look passed over the prince's face, but he complied, pulling the sheet up to his chin as exhaustion caused his eyes to droop.
His head was aching, but he forced himself to move anyway. After being asleep for so long, he wanted to be up and moving.
It took a moment, but he was finally lucid enough to ask after his uncle. He could remember Thorin falling on the battlefield, blood pooling around his body… Panic enveloped him, and he almost launched himself off the bed to shake the healer and ask him to explain, but the dwarf told him what he needed to hear almost immediately.
His king was alive. Thank Aule. If Thorin had died…
Fili couldn't wait to tell Kili. His brother would be so happy to know they'd done their job well, that they had defended their uncle with honor…
Where was Kili?
He had been right here, right next to him, they'd been talking in Erebor…
Random flashes of Kili's cries of pain permeated reality and he almost flung himself from the bed again to look for his younger sibling.
"Kili?!"
The only thing that stilled his movement was the fact that the healer had said his brother was asleep. Fili knew that Kili had to be in the same tent as him; they wouldn't have separated them, but he couldn't find him. There was some other brown-haired dwarf next to him, but it wasn't his brother. Where was Kili?
He wanted to ask if maybe Kili's injuries were so severe that he had to be in surgery or something of the like, but when he tried to find the words, they weren't there. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but nothing would come out of his mouth. Panic hit him, until finally he managed, "Injured?"
The healer quickly explained, and Fili could relax. His brother was in bad shape, but he would be okay, things would be alright. So why wasn't Kili there? Was he with Thorin?
It was all he could think about as the gray-haired dwarf bandaged his wrist. He'd blocked out the pain from the appendage, it didn't matter. He just wanted his brother to be here.
The healer continued to keep him in bed, even though he was just trying to get to Kili. What was so wrong about that? He wanted to see his brother, just to know that he was safe, even if his sibling was sleeping. He could be quiet, he knew what to do around the injured.
"Rest," a deep voice commanded, "he's not going anywhere."
Who wasn't going anywhere? The brown-haired dwarf sleeping next to him? He didn't care if that boy disappeared, as long as Kili took his place.
Why didn't anything make sense?
Exhaustion finally hit him. Maybe… Maybe if he slept for a while things would be less complicated when he woke up.
Yes, that seemed right.
He would sleep.
So, how many of you saw DOS? It was amazing, completely blew my mind! Can't wait to see it again! :)
Any reviews are appreciated! Thanks for those of you who stick with my slow updates! :)