"She's hasn't moved for hours."
"But what's wrong with her?"
"Do I look like I know? She is just probably suffering from all of this stress. It might clear up on its own; it might not…"
"But surely there is something that we can do for her."
I could hear the voices of Eowyn and Boromir bickering above me. They sounded far away to me.
"I am afraid that there is nothing that we can do for at the moment," Eowyn said.
"What do you mean there is nothing we can do for her?" Boromir's voice had risen and had become colder.
"Lord Boromir, I insist that you stop this. Your arguing will wake the poor thing!"
"Tool late," I groaned, opening my eyes. I had a killer head ache, but rolled over to look at the two of them anyway. Eowyn was standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at Boromir. Boromir was glaring right back, his arms folded across his chest.
"Now see what you've gone and done!" Eowyn said, throwing her arms up, and walking over to the bed I was in.
"It wasn't just him," I said. "It was both of you. You sound like a couple of small children."
Eowyn narrowed her eyes at me. Then she rounded on Boromir. "Out!" she barked.
Boromir started to splutter. "Are you throwing me out?" he demanded.
"Yes," Eowyn said, a fierce look in her eyes. "Jana needs her rest, and she shall get none of it with you around."
"Both of you, out!" I shouted over them. They both turned back to me, listing reasons why they should stay. I shook me head. "Ow, damnit," I said, clutching at it. You can bet that made it feel really good.
Eowyn reached over and touched my head, but I drew back. "Get away from me, Eowyn," I growled.
"But someone needs to look after you," she protested.
"Yes, but not you, and not him," I said. "If I need a doctor, go and find Lilith for me. At least her voice isn't so piercing." I glared at Eowyn.
She shot me one last resentful stare. "Fine," she said, getting up and walking towards the door. "Come," she said to Boromir, "we must find Dr. Lilith." Boromir made a noise of protest, but Eowyn grabbed his arm, and dragged him out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
I swore, and flopped back down on my pillows. What was wrong with me now? Oh, let me guess: Legolas accidentally jabbed an arrow into by back when we were riding to Helms Deep. No; that didn't sound like something Legolas would do.
Just then I heard the door open again, and Eowyn poked her head in. "Eowyn, get out," I growled.
"I just thought you might like some more pillows," she said, entering the room with about three in her arms, I turned my head to look at the small mountain of pillows already behind me.
"No pillows," I grunted. "Leave."
"Alright," she said, throwing me another nasty look before leaving for a second time.
What else could be wrong with me? Maybe Legolas and Boromir were arguing, and Legolas let me slip off of his horse. Then Gimli probably ran me over. Yeah, that sounded right. The arguing I can see happening, and Gimli can't control that horse to save his life.
Then I heard the door open again. "Eowyn, out means out!" I yelled, grabbing the candle that was on the table next to my bed, raising it above my head, and preparing to throw it at her.
"Wrong person to be attacking," Lilith said smoothly as she entered the room.
"Oh, it's you," I said, putting my make-shift weapon back down. "I thought Eowyn might be back with more blankets for me or something like that."
"Oh, believe me, she tried," Lilith said, sitting down on my bed as I propped myself into a sitting position. "But I said that Legolas was looking for her, just to get her out of the way."
I smiled. "Thank you."
"So," she said, "is your head feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said. "What happened to me, anyway?"
Lilith shrugged. "Legolas said you probably got hit in the head during the ambush, because you were rambling and crying after."
"What?" I said. "I didn't get hit in the head. I didn't even swing my damn sword!"
"Oh," Lilith said.
"So I had a bit of a meltdown at the end," I said heatedly. "That doesn't mean that I'm hurt!" I stopped suddenly, looking intently at Lilith. "But I think something might have gone wrong," I said.
Lilith looked confused. "What? What happened?"
I sighed. "We happened, Lilith, we happened. We've been changing the plot line. You, not so much. But me…" I shook my head. "Boromir was supposed to die at Amon Hen, and I saved him. I freaking kissed Pippin, and I told Frodo that I just randomly fell out of the sky and ended up here! That is fucking changing the plot line!"
Lilith was silent, watching me start to cry with a soft expression on her face. "But it's not all bad, is it?" she finally asked. "I mean, you saved Boromir's life. That was good."
"No, Lilith," I said. "That wasn't good at all. Because I saved Boromir, Faramir might not help Frodo and Sam. Oh, this is bad, this is really bad… You don't understand, but everything we do affects Middle Earth. Just because I maybe save one person who was supposed to die, ten more might die instead." I gulped. "Or worse; maybe a hundred."
"Don't think like that, Jana," Lilith said. "Maybe because you saved Boromir, he can save more lives."
"And maybe he can't," I grumbled.
"You'll see," Lilith said. "He will."
