Stefen slowly opened one burning eyes, looking around. Gods, he ached. He ached with every fiber of his being. But the more burning question was: Where was he?
It didn't feel like Vanyel's room and it wasn't the Bardic Hall. It was cool inside, Stefen knew that deep down, but the hot, heated sense on his body refused to let the coolness ease away the burning fires engulfing him. All he could feel right now was the burning sensation and his want...no, his need, for Vanyel.
He looked around groggily, and saw a blurry shape. It was tall, but then again, he was laying down. Finally his sight came into focus. It was a woman, leaning over him and placing a cool rag on his forehead and holding his wrist in her hand. She had long, goldish-reddish hair done up in a knot to the nape of her neck.
Her brow was knitted in what Stefen assumed was worry and concentration. She looked down and seemed to realize he was awake partially. "Hello sir Bard." she spoke softly, with a slight smile. "Glad to see you're waking. You gave everyone quite a scare."
Stefen wanted to say he was sorry and ask where Vanyel was. He -needed- him here. He was scared and confused and wanted only to be held by him. But all the came out of his lips seemed to be a soft moan. 'I'm supposed to be good with words.' he thought to himself in a daze.
"Shhh...easy now, easy.... Your lifebond has been notified and is here now. He's waiting outside with Herald Mage Savil. Do you think you have the strength to see him?" she soothed. Vaguely, Stef felt the prickings of Empathy comforting him. If he hadn't been so drugged or rather, so feverish, he'd have jumped up and run to the door. But for now he only nodded softly, lest the room start spinning.
The Healer smiled and said, "All right, you stay right here and don't try to move."
'I couldn't if I tried.' Stef thought and settled back to another surge of hot pain through out his thin body. But he also felt himself shivering with fever chills. Why? Why was this happening? He cried out weakly, and heard muffled voices and then two pairs of feet going towards him. One set was heavier than the other, and eventually, Vanyel came into sight.
Stefen raised his eyes to this greatful sight, however Van's mouth was round in a surprised O, his eyes wide and brow knitted. "Oh...oh gods, Stef.... Oh gods...." was all the herald Mage could say. But what else could he say? Here was the love of his life and for the first time in all of his being, Vanyel 'Demonsbane' Ashkevaron felt helpless.
It didn't feel like Vanyel's room and it wasn't the Bardic Hall. It was cool inside, Stefen knew that deep down, but the hot, heated sense on his body refused to let the coolness ease away the burning fires engulfing him. All he could feel right now was the burning sensation and his want...no, his need, for Vanyel.
He looked around groggily, and saw a blurry shape. It was tall, but then again, he was laying down. Finally his sight came into focus. It was a woman, leaning over him and placing a cool rag on his forehead and holding his wrist in her hand. She had long, goldish-reddish hair done up in a knot to the nape of her neck.
Her brow was knitted in what Stefen assumed was worry and concentration. She looked down and seemed to realize he was awake partially. "Hello sir Bard." she spoke softly, with a slight smile. "Glad to see you're waking. You gave everyone quite a scare."
Stefen wanted to say he was sorry and ask where Vanyel was. He -needed- him here. He was scared and confused and wanted only to be held by him. But all the came out of his lips seemed to be a soft moan. 'I'm supposed to be good with words.' he thought to himself in a daze.
"Shhh...easy now, easy.... Your lifebond has been notified and is here now. He's waiting outside with Herald Mage Savil. Do you think you have the strength to see him?" she soothed. Vaguely, Stef felt the prickings of Empathy comforting him. If he hadn't been so drugged or rather, so feverish, he'd have jumped up and run to the door. But for now he only nodded softly, lest the room start spinning.
The Healer smiled and said, "All right, you stay right here and don't try to move."
'I couldn't if I tried.' Stef thought and settled back to another surge of hot pain through out his thin body. But he also felt himself shivering with fever chills. Why? Why was this happening? He cried out weakly, and heard muffled voices and then two pairs of feet going towards him. One set was heavier than the other, and eventually, Vanyel came into sight.
Stefen raised his eyes to this greatful sight, however Van's mouth was round in a surprised O, his eyes wide and brow knitted. "Oh...oh gods, Stef.... Oh gods...." was all the herald Mage could say. But what else could he say? Here was the love of his life and for the first time in all of his being, Vanyel 'Demonsbane' Ashkevaron felt helpless.