Finally the next chapter, it only took forever! Well here you
go romance, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I don't own ffvii either,
Squaresoft does, and you know the drill. R/r after please.
Chapter 11: The Florence Nightingale Effect
The day was slowly breaking over the horizon as he awoke from his slumber; he had been dreaming, but he could not remember of what. All he knew was that he was running through a forest, and that was it. He fought to stay in the state of unconsciousness, to go back into that place of blankness where no feeling could reach him. As he began to regain his senses, he new that he was ill once more, ill from his sickness, ill from the lack of medicine, and ill from overwhelm. As he lay there, everything was quite blurry, and he was shivering as he sweat, but something, or someone rather, was there. They were dabbing his face with a damp clothe, trying to break his apparent fever. Seifer was not in his right mind though, he was delirious, and felt as if he were making perfect sense in his mind, but as the words broke through, they were in a whole different language.
Quistis sat in a chair by his bedside, and placed her hand on his forehead, attempting to see if his fever had gone down, but it hadn't. Though sunlight was starting to blanket the small village, hardly any made its way into the room, for she had drawn the shutters closed. As his eyes slowly and groggily opened, she noticed something about him that she hadn't in the past; his eyes were that of the sea, blue with green mixing into the glittering sea. She wondered why she has never seen it before, the uniqueness, but perhaps she only noticed it now because of the color being accentuated by the rest of his eyes being bloodshot.
"Seifer," she said softly, "How are you feeling?" he didn't answer, he was just looked around frantically almost, eyes darting from corner to corner of the room. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him down without effort. "Stay still."
"No.I need to leave.I can't be here,"
"Why not?" she asked calmly, still restraining him.
"Need to find a way.I need to.I.Ugh my head," he brought a very shaky hand up to his face. She took the hand in her and pulled it away from his face gently.
"Shh, it'll be okay," Quistis had never really taken in the structure of Seifer's hands; they had always been gloved before. They seem strong, and muscular, but at the same long. Every little detail of their structure could be seen, making them what she considered "guy hands," because she had never seen a woman with hands such as these. She was suddenly reminded of the gypsy's predictions and felt a terror inside herself. She couldn't have possibly been right, could she? Quistis felt the urge to let go of his hand, but she knew that would be a selfish thing to do. Though they had been enemies on more than one occasion, and he could be an asshole, they still had a certain connection. If you have ever had a person in your life that you grew up with, then you would know that there is always something that makes you in dept to them. Perhaps it is because of the friendship, or perhaps it was just because of the companionship that they gave you, whether positive or negative, it was still a certain something. So she held his hand, hoping to Hyne that it meant nothing. Using her open hand she reached for a glass on the table, and held it up to Seifer's lips.
"Drink this," she told him, "It is an old remedy Matron once made me learn, it will let you have a good sleep, no nightmares like I know you've been having," no sooner had he taken a swig than he was fast asleep once more. He slept a lot now that she thought about it, but he never seemed to retain the sleep. As he slept, she saw Seifer differently, he looked almost angelic.Odd.
Quistis never really had seen Seifer, she had looked at him, but never
taken in his features, she had been too preoccupied. His face was so
serious, even in unconsciousness, but, even though she hated to admit
it, he was handsome. The strong build, the now closed eyes.Yes, those
eyes; something about them made her feel cold all over, as if they
told a twisted yet beautiful story. Then there was the scar between
the eyes, his branding, the mark which would last forever. Maybe she
just dug guys with scars.Wait, she didn't "dig" Seifer, not in the
least.Of course not.It was impossible.Wasn't it? She pushed the
thought far out of her mind and just sat there, trying to contemplate
different things, like how they would get back to their proper time.
Quistis knew it wasn't that simple though, the whole situation was
just too sinister to be revenge, and that thought scared her. After a
while she too drifted asleep in her chair, and then she began to
dream.
.She was at a party, it appeared to be one thrown by the Garden based
on the surrounding. She wore a long white dress with designs of
sparkly gold on it, and her hair was in a fancy braid. Everyone was
their, all of the other heroes from the not so distant past, all
having fun and laughing. Quistis stood by herself on the balcony,
giving the impression that she was alone and probably depressed, but
she didn't feel that way. She felt happy, joyous, things that seemed
foreign to her, and she didn't know why. She heard somebody clear
there throat from behind her, and she spoke without turning around for
she knew who it was.
"I was beginning to think that you stood me up," she smirked to herself as the person stepped to her right side.
"Now why would I do that Instructor?" he asked arrogantly. She turned her head to him and started to laugh.
"I don't know, do tell," she liked to play these little games with him.
"I would never stand you up," he informed her.
"Why?" she gave a little smile.
"Because your beautiful, and charming, and would kick my ass if I did," she blushed at his words.
"Damn straight," she nudged him with her shoulder.
"So let's dance," he took her hand and dragged her out onto the dance floor before she could answer. It was a slow song, consequently, and she leaned her body into his, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. Around her Quistis could hear the voices of shock and amazement, but it only made her grin.
"Can we stay like this forever?" she asked, "Can it always be you and me, like this?"
"It will," he whispered into her ear, "I promise that we will have the happily ever after that you have always wanted."
"Thank you Seifer," she leaned her head upwards towards his, and the kiss was inevitable...
.But so was the morning. Quistis shot up like a bolt from her slumped position. What was that all about? Thank Hyne it was just a dream, and yet if felt so real.No! No, no, no! She refused to believe it, she just couldn't. Quistis was logical, and intelligent, and she would not believe in this foresight bull shit! Either way, a part of her still wondered.Could she be in love with Seifer?
I told you there would finally be romance! And go check out my other story just posted, "My Complicated Life," it is a Queifer, but very very different from this one, my new one has humor of all things. Well, r/r please, and thanks in advance!
Chapter 11: The Florence Nightingale Effect
The day was slowly breaking over the horizon as he awoke from his slumber; he had been dreaming, but he could not remember of what. All he knew was that he was running through a forest, and that was it. He fought to stay in the state of unconsciousness, to go back into that place of blankness where no feeling could reach him. As he began to regain his senses, he new that he was ill once more, ill from his sickness, ill from the lack of medicine, and ill from overwhelm. As he lay there, everything was quite blurry, and he was shivering as he sweat, but something, or someone rather, was there. They were dabbing his face with a damp clothe, trying to break his apparent fever. Seifer was not in his right mind though, he was delirious, and felt as if he were making perfect sense in his mind, but as the words broke through, they were in a whole different language.
Quistis sat in a chair by his bedside, and placed her hand on his forehead, attempting to see if his fever had gone down, but it hadn't. Though sunlight was starting to blanket the small village, hardly any made its way into the room, for she had drawn the shutters closed. As his eyes slowly and groggily opened, she noticed something about him that she hadn't in the past; his eyes were that of the sea, blue with green mixing into the glittering sea. She wondered why she has never seen it before, the uniqueness, but perhaps she only noticed it now because of the color being accentuated by the rest of his eyes being bloodshot.
"Seifer," she said softly, "How are you feeling?" he didn't answer, he was just looked around frantically almost, eyes darting from corner to corner of the room. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him down without effort. "Stay still."
"No.I need to leave.I can't be here,"
"Why not?" she asked calmly, still restraining him.
"Need to find a way.I need to.I.Ugh my head," he brought a very shaky hand up to his face. She took the hand in her and pulled it away from his face gently.
"Shh, it'll be okay," Quistis had never really taken in the structure of Seifer's hands; they had always been gloved before. They seem strong, and muscular, but at the same long. Every little detail of their structure could be seen, making them what she considered "guy hands," because she had never seen a woman with hands such as these. She was suddenly reminded of the gypsy's predictions and felt a terror inside herself. She couldn't have possibly been right, could she? Quistis felt the urge to let go of his hand, but she knew that would be a selfish thing to do. Though they had been enemies on more than one occasion, and he could be an asshole, they still had a certain connection. If you have ever had a person in your life that you grew up with, then you would know that there is always something that makes you in dept to them. Perhaps it is because of the friendship, or perhaps it was just because of the companionship that they gave you, whether positive or negative, it was still a certain something. So she held his hand, hoping to Hyne that it meant nothing. Using her open hand she reached for a glass on the table, and held it up to Seifer's lips.
"Drink this," she told him, "It is an old remedy Matron once made me learn, it will let you have a good sleep, no nightmares like I know you've been having," no sooner had he taken a swig than he was fast asleep once more. He slept a lot now that she thought about it, but he never seemed to retain the sleep. As he slept, she saw Seifer differently, he looked almost angelic.Odd.
Quistis never really had seen Seifer, she had looked at him, but never
taken in his features, she had been too preoccupied. His face was so
serious, even in unconsciousness, but, even though she hated to admit
it, he was handsome. The strong build, the now closed eyes.Yes, those
eyes; something about them made her feel cold all over, as if they
told a twisted yet beautiful story. Then there was the scar between
the eyes, his branding, the mark which would last forever. Maybe she
just dug guys with scars.Wait, she didn't "dig" Seifer, not in the
least.Of course not.It was impossible.Wasn't it? She pushed the
thought far out of her mind and just sat there, trying to contemplate
different things, like how they would get back to their proper time.
Quistis knew it wasn't that simple though, the whole situation was
just too sinister to be revenge, and that thought scared her. After a
while she too drifted asleep in her chair, and then she began to
dream.
.She was at a party, it appeared to be one thrown by the Garden based
on the surrounding. She wore a long white dress with designs of
sparkly gold on it, and her hair was in a fancy braid. Everyone was
their, all of the other heroes from the not so distant past, all
having fun and laughing. Quistis stood by herself on the balcony,
giving the impression that she was alone and probably depressed, but
she didn't feel that way. She felt happy, joyous, things that seemed
foreign to her, and she didn't know why. She heard somebody clear
there throat from behind her, and she spoke without turning around for
she knew who it was.
"I was beginning to think that you stood me up," she smirked to herself as the person stepped to her right side.
"Now why would I do that Instructor?" he asked arrogantly. She turned her head to him and started to laugh.
"I don't know, do tell," she liked to play these little games with him.
"I would never stand you up," he informed her.
"Why?" she gave a little smile.
"Because your beautiful, and charming, and would kick my ass if I did," she blushed at his words.
"Damn straight," she nudged him with her shoulder.
"So let's dance," he took her hand and dragged her out onto the dance floor before she could answer. It was a slow song, consequently, and she leaned her body into his, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. Around her Quistis could hear the voices of shock and amazement, but it only made her grin.
"Can we stay like this forever?" she asked, "Can it always be you and me, like this?"
"It will," he whispered into her ear, "I promise that we will have the happily ever after that you have always wanted."
"Thank you Seifer," she leaned her head upwards towards his, and the kiss was inevitable...
.But so was the morning. Quistis shot up like a bolt from her slumped position. What was that all about? Thank Hyne it was just a dream, and yet if felt so real.No! No, no, no! She refused to believe it, she just couldn't. Quistis was logical, and intelligent, and she would not believe in this foresight bull shit! Either way, a part of her still wondered.Could she be in love with Seifer?
I told you there would finally be romance! And go check out my other story just posted, "My Complicated Life," it is a Queifer, but very very different from this one, my new one has humor of all things. Well, r/r please, and thanks in advance!