Chapter 2
Marie woke up curled up underneath a thick, warm blanket. With a bit of difficulty, she pulled herself into a sitting position and glanced around nervously. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, briefly noting her now bandaged arm, remembering a particularly nasty gash there last time she saw. She stood, and tottered for a moment before her legs buckled from underneath her and darkness engulfed her senses once again.
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Garret stood in front of his bathroom mirror scrutinizing his reflection. No wonder she had been so scared of him, he didn't really look like the caring gentle type. He had a scarred face, scruffy fur, and a nick taken out of his ear. He sighed, definitely not a gentle sight. His thoughts were interrupted as a noise sounded from the next room. He turned and jogged swiftly into the bedroom, seeing Marie crumpled on the ground, he stooped and lifted her gently, laying her back down onto the bed. He pulled the blankets up around her and slowly began leaving the room again. He froze in his steps as a frantic whisper sounded from behind him. "No. please. it hurts." He turned to see Marie moving uneasily in her sleep, her words, for now, incoherent. Her arms were pressed against the bed, as if they were being held down. She whimpered between her words, which seemed to get more and more frantic. "Please. stop." He walked back over to her bedside, watching her briefly before shaking her gently. " 'ey. Wake up." Getting no response, he shook her slightly rougher. "Wake up!" At this Marie woke suddenly, giving a distressed cry before sitting bolt upright. Seeing Garret beside her, she panicked, shying away from him to allow herself more time to think. Garret frowned, placing a paw on her shoulder. "Ye were 'avin a bad dream, so 'ah woke ye up." Marie had flinched when his paw touched her shoulder, but nodded as she heard his words. Garret smiled at her, giving her shoulder a pat. "Fallon should be here soon t'check yeh're wounds. Marie nodded leaning into his touch slightly. It felt nice. Garret grinned, "Do ye feel any bettah since the othah day?" Marie merely nodded, her head now resting gently against his shoulder. Both beasts jumped as a loud knock sounded from the front door. Garret stood and turned briefly to Marie before walking out of the room. "ah'll be right back. Marie yawned and nodded, laying back down and closing her eyes before she fell asleep again.
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Marie awoke with a sharp pain in her back and the sound of two beasts whispering. Her head jerked upward at a particularly painful moment, only to be pushed gently back down. Garret's face appeared suddenly beside her, a concerned expression etched in his features. "Ah'm sorry it 'urts ye, but Fallon 'as t'fix yeh're back, t'stiching undid when ye fell off o'the bed." Marie nodded, closing her eyes tightly, trying to block out the pain. Garret slipped his paw gently into hers, whispering in her ear. "Jus' squeeze 'mah paw. it might 'elp." She nodded and gave his paw a slight squeeze. Garret leaned close again. "C'mon. 'Ah know ye can do bettah than that." As another wave of pain washed over her, she gave his paw a solid squeeze before passing out again.
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Having felt Marie's paw go loose Garret gave it a quick squeeze before leaning back into his chair beside the bed. A small smile played on his lips as he watched her. She was a pretty thing, soft, chestnut coloured fur and dark brown eyes that reminded him of Erin. Garret smiled at the thought. Erin, he missed her so much, cinnamon coloured fur, a bright smile, and the ever-present sparkle in her eyes. Garret gave a start, cutting off his train of thought. He had other things to think of rather than his dead wife. When Fallon finished stitching Marie's back, she rose, and looked towards Garret. Seeing her, he cast a worried glance toward Marie. "Is she goin' t'be alright?" Fallon nodded, "Yeah, with a bit of rest, she'll be good as new." Garret nodded. "C'mon, ah'll walk ye to the door." Fallon gave a nod and watched Garret rise before following him to the door. Garret grinned. "Thanks for the 'elpin' Fall." Fallon returned the grin, already halfway out the front door. "Anytime Garret." With that, she shut the door and left. Garret soon found himself back at Marie's bedside, watching the otter maid sleep soundly; he smiled and pulled the blankets up around her shoulders. Marie sighed in her sleep, one paw gripping the covers. Garret yawned and shuffled his way towards his makeshift bed in the living room, lying down on the couch with a grunt. He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering. He missed his wife, he missed holding her at night, and he missed cradling his son in his arms as he hushed him to sleep. He still had nightmares about coming home, finding his house ransacked and both of them dead. He sighed, letting an arm flop over his face. He had avenged their death of course, picked up his sword and tracked the vermin that killed them. There were more then he thought there would be, and the fight had left him like he was now, scarred and empty. With a yawn he curled into his blankets dozing off.
Marie woke up curled up underneath a thick, warm blanket. With a bit of difficulty, she pulled herself into a sitting position and glanced around nervously. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, briefly noting her now bandaged arm, remembering a particularly nasty gash there last time she saw. She stood, and tottered for a moment before her legs buckled from underneath her and darkness engulfed her senses once again.
***
Garret stood in front of his bathroom mirror scrutinizing his reflection. No wonder she had been so scared of him, he didn't really look like the caring gentle type. He had a scarred face, scruffy fur, and a nick taken out of his ear. He sighed, definitely not a gentle sight. His thoughts were interrupted as a noise sounded from the next room. He turned and jogged swiftly into the bedroom, seeing Marie crumpled on the ground, he stooped and lifted her gently, laying her back down onto the bed. He pulled the blankets up around her and slowly began leaving the room again. He froze in his steps as a frantic whisper sounded from behind him. "No. please. it hurts." He turned to see Marie moving uneasily in her sleep, her words, for now, incoherent. Her arms were pressed against the bed, as if they were being held down. She whimpered between her words, which seemed to get more and more frantic. "Please. stop." He walked back over to her bedside, watching her briefly before shaking her gently. " 'ey. Wake up." Getting no response, he shook her slightly rougher. "Wake up!" At this Marie woke suddenly, giving a distressed cry before sitting bolt upright. Seeing Garret beside her, she panicked, shying away from him to allow herself more time to think. Garret frowned, placing a paw on her shoulder. "Ye were 'avin a bad dream, so 'ah woke ye up." Marie had flinched when his paw touched her shoulder, but nodded as she heard his words. Garret smiled at her, giving her shoulder a pat. "Fallon should be here soon t'check yeh're wounds. Marie nodded leaning into his touch slightly. It felt nice. Garret grinned, "Do ye feel any bettah since the othah day?" Marie merely nodded, her head now resting gently against his shoulder. Both beasts jumped as a loud knock sounded from the front door. Garret stood and turned briefly to Marie before walking out of the room. "ah'll be right back. Marie yawned and nodded, laying back down and closing her eyes before she fell asleep again.
***
Marie awoke with a sharp pain in her back and the sound of two beasts whispering. Her head jerked upward at a particularly painful moment, only to be pushed gently back down. Garret's face appeared suddenly beside her, a concerned expression etched in his features. "Ah'm sorry it 'urts ye, but Fallon 'as t'fix yeh're back, t'stiching undid when ye fell off o'the bed." Marie nodded, closing her eyes tightly, trying to block out the pain. Garret slipped his paw gently into hers, whispering in her ear. "Jus' squeeze 'mah paw. it might 'elp." She nodded and gave his paw a slight squeeze. Garret leaned close again. "C'mon. 'Ah know ye can do bettah than that." As another wave of pain washed over her, she gave his paw a solid squeeze before passing out again.
***
Having felt Marie's paw go loose Garret gave it a quick squeeze before leaning back into his chair beside the bed. A small smile played on his lips as he watched her. She was a pretty thing, soft, chestnut coloured fur and dark brown eyes that reminded him of Erin. Garret smiled at the thought. Erin, he missed her so much, cinnamon coloured fur, a bright smile, and the ever-present sparkle in her eyes. Garret gave a start, cutting off his train of thought. He had other things to think of rather than his dead wife. When Fallon finished stitching Marie's back, she rose, and looked towards Garret. Seeing her, he cast a worried glance toward Marie. "Is she goin' t'be alright?" Fallon nodded, "Yeah, with a bit of rest, she'll be good as new." Garret nodded. "C'mon, ah'll walk ye to the door." Fallon gave a nod and watched Garret rise before following him to the door. Garret grinned. "Thanks for the 'elpin' Fall." Fallon returned the grin, already halfway out the front door. "Anytime Garret." With that, she shut the door and left. Garret soon found himself back at Marie's bedside, watching the otter maid sleep soundly; he smiled and pulled the blankets up around her shoulders. Marie sighed in her sleep, one paw gripping the covers. Garret yawned and shuffled his way towards his makeshift bed in the living room, lying down on the couch with a grunt. He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering. He missed his wife, he missed holding her at night, and he missed cradling his son in his arms as he hushed him to sleep. He still had nightmares about coming home, finding his house ransacked and both of them dead. He sighed, letting an arm flop over his face. He had avenged their death of course, picked up his sword and tracked the vermin that killed them. There were more then he thought there would be, and the fight had left him like he was now, scarred and empty. With a yawn he curled into his blankets dozing off.
