--12--
I left Tempest outside and went inside the house, to check on Crystal, and to start cooking something. Tomorrow would be a long day.
I walked in the house, and up the hall. From where I was standing, I could see a lot. Daryn was sitting beside the bed, tending to Crystal. It looked like he was..... crying?? I couldn't hear him, so I really couldn't tell. I turned on my heel and walked silently back down the hall.
Is there really something going on between those two?
I shook the thought out of my head. Daryn even told me they weren't involved.....but did he tell the truth? Or, even worse, does he wish they were? I craned my neck to see towards the hallway. Daryn was still in the room. But..... I thought I had heard something. I walked back up the hall, stopping before the room. No. I couldn't hear a thing. I looked in.
Daryn was sitting on a stool against the wall, beside the bed. He was..... sleeping? Yes. sleeping. Crystal's small, pale hand was cupped in his, and his tear-stained face was directed to Crystal.
I went back to the kitchen to fix something for supper. Tempest still hadn't come back, so I assumed she had gone for a walk. Crystal wouldn't be awake for supper, of that I was sure. I made enough for two, and walked to the room to wake Daryn up.
When he woke up, he wouldn't leave Crystal's side, so we ended up eating in the room. Something I noticed. Crystal was as pale as a ghost. Her skin was no longer lightly tanned, but now white as stone. I shivered. She almost wasn't moving enough to distinguish her from a statue. I watched as her chest lightly raised and fell, signifying the smallest of breaths. Her gorgeous blue eyes were closed in sleep, though not a pleasant one. Her beautiful face was contorted in fear, and every once in a while, she would lash out, unexpectedly. I tried to guess what could give her such horrible nightmares, but my imagination couldn't come up with anything so scary.
Later, when we called it a night, Tempest still wasn't there. Crystal had regained some color, after I had forced some soup down her throat. With any luck, she would be conscious by morning.....
~*~
Hmph. No such luck. Tempest was back when I woke up, and was hanging over Daryn, wearing a skimpy little nightgown. I didn't worry much. After a while, she'll get tired of him. Crystal was still out of it, though she looked almost normal now. I forced some more soup into her, and then I made breakfast. We would be leaving as soon as Crystal woke up.......
I left Tempest outside and went inside the house, to check on Crystal, and to start cooking something. Tomorrow would be a long day.
I walked in the house, and up the hall. From where I was standing, I could see a lot. Daryn was sitting beside the bed, tending to Crystal. It looked like he was..... crying?? I couldn't hear him, so I really couldn't tell. I turned on my heel and walked silently back down the hall.
Is there really something going on between those two?
I shook the thought out of my head. Daryn even told me they weren't involved.....but did he tell the truth? Or, even worse, does he wish they were? I craned my neck to see towards the hallway. Daryn was still in the room. But..... I thought I had heard something. I walked back up the hall, stopping before the room. No. I couldn't hear a thing. I looked in.
Daryn was sitting on a stool against the wall, beside the bed. He was..... sleeping? Yes. sleeping. Crystal's small, pale hand was cupped in his, and his tear-stained face was directed to Crystal.
I went back to the kitchen to fix something for supper. Tempest still hadn't come back, so I assumed she had gone for a walk. Crystal wouldn't be awake for supper, of that I was sure. I made enough for two, and walked to the room to wake Daryn up.
When he woke up, he wouldn't leave Crystal's side, so we ended up eating in the room. Something I noticed. Crystal was as pale as a ghost. Her skin was no longer lightly tanned, but now white as stone. I shivered. She almost wasn't moving enough to distinguish her from a statue. I watched as her chest lightly raised and fell, signifying the smallest of breaths. Her gorgeous blue eyes were closed in sleep, though not a pleasant one. Her beautiful face was contorted in fear, and every once in a while, she would lash out, unexpectedly. I tried to guess what could give her such horrible nightmares, but my imagination couldn't come up with anything so scary.
Later, when we called it a night, Tempest still wasn't there. Crystal had regained some color, after I had forced some soup down her throat. With any luck, she would be conscious by morning.....
~*~
Hmph. No such luck. Tempest was back when I woke up, and was hanging over Daryn, wearing a skimpy little nightgown. I didn't worry much. After a while, she'll get tired of him. Crystal was still out of it, though she looked almost normal now. I forced some more soup into her, and then I made breakfast. We would be leaving as soon as Crystal woke up.......