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Chapter 8
Sarah felt warmth envelop her as she slowly awoke.
"Lie still Sarah," she heard his voice say.
She was a little shocked at the sound. Even though she could vaguely remember Jareth coming to her before she lost consciousness, she hadn't been sure as to whether it was truth, or just a hallucination of her slightly oxygen deprived brain.
She was happy that it was the truth. But at the same time she wished he had let her die. He would never truly care for her. She didn't even know why he had saved her.
"Jareth?" she asked, her voice scratching in her parched throat.
"Shh, don't talk. Here, you need to drink."
Sarah felt a glass being put to her lips and drank a little of the water that filled it. When she had finished Jareth pulled the glass away and Sarah began to attempt to sit up. Her efforts were futile though and she soon relented, her head was pounding from the movement and both of her wrists stung painfully when she moved them.
"Sarah, please lie still, don't move, you're still too weak and have just woken up, you nearly died Sarah, please take it easy for a while at least.
Sarah finally managed to open her eyes, though she instantly regretted doing so. There was not much light in the room as the curtains had been pulled across the large window, but the small amount of light there was still pained her eyes. After blinking a few times though she managed to get her eyes used to the light, and focused on Jareth the best that she could.
She looked at Jareth who was sitting next to the bed in a comfortable looking armchair. He looked the same as ever to her, except his eyes. Where they had once looked cold and cruel, they were now full of concern...for her. Maybe there was hope yet, was the first though that ran through her head after the initial shock of it.
After Sarah had been staring at her for a few minutes Jareth finally spoke, startling her out of staring.
"Sarah, how do you feel?"
Sarah just gave him a half hearted glare.
"Alright, stupid question. I was able to heal you, but not fully. You're wrists still have the cuts, only they are not as deep and have started healing, you're head will probably hurt for a little while and at the moment I would not recommend that you try and stand. You lost a lot of blood so you are quite...weak at the moment. But in a few days you should be completely back to normal." Jareth explained to her, his voice not betraying any emotion.
"Umm, right," she murmured. Sarah was lying back into the softness of the pillows now, she was warm under the blankets and rather comfortable. That is until she would move and her head began to ache again. She was still feeling rather drained and began to fall asleep once more.
Before she could fall completely asleep though Jareths voice startled her awake again.
"Sarah, what the hell did you think you were doing? Or did you simply not think? I can't believe that you would do something as drastic as this! I know you have been depressed, but this is no way to help the situation!" he stopped his tirade and looked her in the eye, "Sarah, what if you had died? Then what would I do?"
"What does it matter to you?" she asked, her voice was no more than a whisper but he could tell she was angry, "Why should you care?"
Jareth just looked at her, hurt evident in his eyes. It was then that Jareth's last comment finally sunk in.
"What do you mean, what would you do?" she was looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Sarah do you remember what I sang to you in the ballroom?"
"Yes...what's that got to do with anything?"
"Sarah I meant every word I sang to you."
"Oh. I see."
"Do you understand now why I couldn't let you die?"
"Yes Jareth, I do. I thought you hated me."
"I could never hate you love. I care about you too much for that," Jareth smiled down at her while he said this, "now, try and get some sleep. You need to rest so you can regain your strength."
"Alright Jareth, I am tired."
Jareth leaned down and kissed Sarah's brow and she drifted into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: And that's a wrap. For now anyways. You all know the drill, review please. Oh and I now take unsigned reviews or whatever they're called. Thanks for reading, more to come soon. RW
Chapter 8
Sarah felt warmth envelop her as she slowly awoke.
"Lie still Sarah," she heard his voice say.
She was a little shocked at the sound. Even though she could vaguely remember Jareth coming to her before she lost consciousness, she hadn't been sure as to whether it was truth, or just a hallucination of her slightly oxygen deprived brain.
She was happy that it was the truth. But at the same time she wished he had let her die. He would never truly care for her. She didn't even know why he had saved her.
"Jareth?" she asked, her voice scratching in her parched throat.
"Shh, don't talk. Here, you need to drink."
Sarah felt a glass being put to her lips and drank a little of the water that filled it. When she had finished Jareth pulled the glass away and Sarah began to attempt to sit up. Her efforts were futile though and she soon relented, her head was pounding from the movement and both of her wrists stung painfully when she moved them.
"Sarah, please lie still, don't move, you're still too weak and have just woken up, you nearly died Sarah, please take it easy for a while at least.
Sarah finally managed to open her eyes, though she instantly regretted doing so. There was not much light in the room as the curtains had been pulled across the large window, but the small amount of light there was still pained her eyes. After blinking a few times though she managed to get her eyes used to the light, and focused on Jareth the best that she could.
She looked at Jareth who was sitting next to the bed in a comfortable looking armchair. He looked the same as ever to her, except his eyes. Where they had once looked cold and cruel, they were now full of concern...for her. Maybe there was hope yet, was the first though that ran through her head after the initial shock of it.
After Sarah had been staring at her for a few minutes Jareth finally spoke, startling her out of staring.
"Sarah, how do you feel?"
Sarah just gave him a half hearted glare.
"Alright, stupid question. I was able to heal you, but not fully. You're wrists still have the cuts, only they are not as deep and have started healing, you're head will probably hurt for a little while and at the moment I would not recommend that you try and stand. You lost a lot of blood so you are quite...weak at the moment. But in a few days you should be completely back to normal." Jareth explained to her, his voice not betraying any emotion.
"Umm, right," she murmured. Sarah was lying back into the softness of the pillows now, she was warm under the blankets and rather comfortable. That is until she would move and her head began to ache again. She was still feeling rather drained and began to fall asleep once more.
Before she could fall completely asleep though Jareths voice startled her awake again.
"Sarah, what the hell did you think you were doing? Or did you simply not think? I can't believe that you would do something as drastic as this! I know you have been depressed, but this is no way to help the situation!" he stopped his tirade and looked her in the eye, "Sarah, what if you had died? Then what would I do?"
"What does it matter to you?" she asked, her voice was no more than a whisper but he could tell she was angry, "Why should you care?"
Jareth just looked at her, hurt evident in his eyes. It was then that Jareth's last comment finally sunk in.
"What do you mean, what would you do?" she was looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Sarah do you remember what I sang to you in the ballroom?"
"Yes...what's that got to do with anything?"
"Sarah I meant every word I sang to you."
"Oh. I see."
"Do you understand now why I couldn't let you die?"
"Yes Jareth, I do. I thought you hated me."
"I could never hate you love. I care about you too much for that," Jareth smiled down at her while he said this, "now, try and get some sleep. You need to rest so you can regain your strength."
"Alright Jareth, I am tired."
Jareth leaned down and kissed Sarah's brow and she drifted into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: And that's a wrap. For now anyways. You all know the drill, review please. Oh and I now take unsigned reviews or whatever they're called. Thanks for reading, more to come soon. RW