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In this chapter (only)
xxx=point of view change within a few minutes...
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xxx=means point of view change with a large gap of time, over an hour...
It's kinda hard to write Brother Gilbert...
Chapter Eleven
Part Five
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Draco shifted yet again, something under his chest had been driving him insane for several hours, pretty much since he woke up actually.
"Draco...please for the last time hold still."
"Sorry Bowen."
"...*sigh*...'s alright..."
Hewe glanced up from unwrapping the chain from Draco's tail and spines, "You okay Bowen?"
"Yeah, just...tired."
Hewe chuckled and shook his head, "Oh, it's only gonna get worse..."
Draco turned his head as much as he could, there were still chains bound to his neck.
"What's wrong Bowen?"
Hewe answered instead with a laugh, "He's fine Draco, Kara had the baby a few hours before dawn, and Bowen hasn't slept in nearly two weeks 'cause the battle preparations and then the fight itself."
Draco narrowed his eyes, "How long was I asleep?"
"Just a day or two shy of a fortnight."
Draco growled softly, "That damned bitch! Drugged me hard didn't she?"
Silence met his statement.
"What?"
Bowen stood fully, outright confusion covering his face, "Draco did you just actually swear?"
The dragon nodded then growled as he tried to claw at his chest, only his wrist was shackled imobilely.
"Drat! Bowen undo my claws so I get rid of this thing, it's driving me insane!"
Bowen chuckled and quickly pried the locks open, then walked to the other side of the tower to undo the dragon's hind leg.
Draco's claws grabbed whatever was bugging him, with an irritated snarl the dragon flung it away, barely realizing it was a sword...
Until it sunk into Bowen's chest...
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"Bowen! No!"
...Half...
"Good Lord!"
...My...
"Got to stop the bleeding..."
"There's no time!"
...Heart...
"No!"
"Bowen!"
...To...
"Please!"
...Make...
"Wake up!"
...You...
"He'll die!"
...Whole...
"Draco!"
"It didn't work..."
"He's gone..."
"No...Bowen..."
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The light was dim when he woke up, and the canopy of the bed met his squinting eyes as he slowly sat up.
Why did he feel like he'd slept for three weeks straight?
Kara was asleep on the daybed, not next to him like he would think she'd be, especially since the baby...
He turned to the cradle, occupied by the infant who was beginning to wake up.
He moved toward the tiny bed, and slowly, nervously even, eased the bundle into his arms, careful of the babe's head as he looked down onto the little one's face.
The baby whimpered a little, then settled almost instantly, happy to be in his father's arms as his father sat on the other side of the bed...
"Colin...Colin Riagon...Boy, you have a big set of shoes to fill..."
The baby didn't respond, he was only a hours old after all, wait...hours?
The baby was born yesterday...then why did Bowen feel so sluggish?
Bowen twisted his torso a bit, there it was, a little tight tug on his chest made him shift the baby a little.
A scar sat over his chest...right over his heart...a stab wound?
Kara murmured in her sleep, slowly waking herself up, she must be exhausted since she walked right past Bowen and went to the cradle, only to jerk upright and spin around when Bowen cleared his throat.
"He's fine Kara."
"Bowen...?"
"Mhm."
"You-you were..."
Bowen's brow furrowed, "What?" He asked as he stood and rocked the baby a little, not understanding why Kara's eyes were filling with tears.
"What is it?"
"You were dead Bowen!"
The baby cried out and all Kara could do was watch Bowen soothe the infant, low hushing sounds flowing from him.
"I was...what?...Shush...hush little one..."
"You...Draco flicked a sword away from him and it hit you...Draco...we couldn't stop the bleeding and..."
Kara looked away, her shoulders shaking, "Draco...tried to share his heart with you..."
"Tried?"
Kara nodded, "It didn't work, you had stopped breathing and you were cold by the time Draco was able to focus...he was in shock...we all were..."
Bowen turned around and set the baby in the middle of his and Kara's bed, then stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Kara, trying to slow her shaking as the tears fell onto his bare chest.
"It's alright...it's alright Kara..."
She mumbled something against his shoulder, clinging tightly.
Bowen softly kissed her hair, rubbing her back to calm her down.
"Well..."
"What Bowen?"
"I'm obviously not dead."
Kara whacked him on the side of head.
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Draco was tired, his heart ached...not just from the loss of a friend...but it actually hurt.
Bowen...had rejected the heart...
A sarcastic thought ran through the dragon's head.
Now the dragon was half-hearted, again, in literal terms and emoti-...
Soft knocking interrupted his thoughts and Draco groaned loudly as he lifted his head, a groggy 'come in' was his reply and the knocker opened the door...
Draco sighed loudly in deep relief, "Bowen..."
"Was wondering where you were."
Draco smiled as he slowly let his head drop back down, wincing as he felt the throb in his chest again.
"You alright?"
"Fine, just...ow...chest hurts."
Bowen looked down after that, "What's wrong Bowen?"
"I..." He shook his head, trying to stem the emotions, "Thank you Draco."
The dragon tipped his head to be able to see him, narrowing his eyes a little, "What?"
Bowen forced a grin and chuckled weakly, "If you can hear the heart of a baby in its mother's womb, you should be able to hear mine."
Draco lifted his head painfully, the scar on his chest smarting and bruised.
The dragon's eyes widened.
Bowen was right...
Thump thuThump
Thump thuThump
Thump thuThummp
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Bowen slept soundly next to Kara as she watched him breathe, he was even snoring slightly. He'd left Draco after the dragon had fallen asleep from his chest hurting so badly.
The dragon said it was normal for some pain...but to the point he either was passing out or not sleeping at all shouldn't be normal since it would begin to hurt Bowen pretty soon.
Kara smiled as she lightly ran her fingertips across Bowen's upper arm, he stirred enough to look at her through half-asleep eyes, then rolled over and pulled her against his chest.
Kara smirked when she watched him fight off sleep for her, trying to focus on just running his fingers through her long hair, softly tugging at the tangles until they were smooth.
"Bowen?"
"Hmm?"
"I think you should go back to sleep."
"Not 'til...*yawn*...you-do..."
Kara chuckled and cuddled closer, relaxing into Bowen's warm arms, "You know..."
"Hmm?"
"Babies are naturally in tuned to their mother's heart beats, but I think I like yours better."
"Oh?" Bowen turned slightly, bringing Kara's head to rest on his arm so he could see her face.
"Mmhmm...but Draco's warmer..."
"Kara."
"Yes Bowen?"
"Go to sleep."
"Only if you do."
"...*sigh*...fine..."
Kara chuckled, just about to doze off as she listened to Bowen return to deep breathing and even deeper sleep.
And Colin woke up.
Okey Dokey! There you go!
To the magnificient Blackmoondragon1415: Sorry your guess on the kid wasn't what you thought, but he shows up next chapter, I've left the monastery and Drake alone for too long...
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