Slowly I take a deep breath of air, falling to the floor in a far away corner. I try desperately to keep my hysteria at bay. Freaking out and causing a scene wont help Nessa. She'll wake when she's rested, she'll be in perfect health soon enough. Lancelot's pacing disrupts my musing, looking up I'm unable to stand his distraught, helpless eyes searching for answers. Gradually I rise to my quaking feet in a hunt for an escape.
Making my way down the hall I find myself at my shared room with Tristan. It's been hours since I last saw him, abandoning him to suffer over Nessa's limp form-thoughtless, he could have taken a turn for the worse and no one would have been the wiser.
Before I'm able to reprimand myself fully for my slip of the mind I'm saved from my thoughts by a weary voice , "I have been watching over him for you." Choking down my startled gasp I turn to see Fulcinia creeping towards me. "I new you were troubled over Nessa… I thought it would please you…"
"Yes of course. Thank you Fulcinia, you have helped me a great deal the past months. I owe… I already owed you so much, I don't know how I could possibly repay you." I try desperately to keep my voice from cracking.
"Think nothing of it. It is what friends do… at least that is what I have been informed" An adorable little frown marred her pale flesh.
"Yes Fulcinia, that is what friends do. I can't believe I have not thought of his well being throughout our separation."
"He understands you were needed else where. Don't fret dear... Though, he did seem rather crossed that you slipped him a bit of sleeping herbs." She smiles sweetly at me before winking and leaving.
A choked laugh escapes my throat. "It was the only way to get him to sleep." Staggering to Tristan's bedside, I collapse. I grab his hand, and hold on for dear life. Tristan's weak pulse is the only thing keeping me going at this point.
"Ryann" A deep voice shocked me out of my inner turmoil. Looking up I see Dagonet with his healing supplies. Knowing there's no point in delaying any longer, I slowly peal my shirt off. It's not like Dag hasn't seen a shirtless girl before, besides, it will get infected if not treated soon. I already waited far too long anyways.
Dagonet stands when my shoulder is clean and properly taken care of, and helps me dress. Before he leaves he rubs my back and assures me that there was nothing else I could have done. Sadly, that truth of that statement hardly makes me feel any better.
Turing to face the bed, I see that Tristan has been watching me, for how long, I have no clue. Progressively I make my way to him, sniffing all the way. "Oh, Tristan." He carefully hold his arm out to me, and I climb into bed with him. Making sure not to mess with either of our wounds, I snuggle into him. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" When he shook his head, I relax slightly. "It's terrible, Tristan. Nessa's hurt, and there's nothing I can do. At least you're awake. You're not going to…" Seeing his eyes closed and his chest rising evenly, I leave it alone. "Sleep my Tristan."