Something's terribly wrong
Legolas gripped his chest and turned onto his stomach. Aragorn thought this was the same routine, but Legolas gasped out a sentence as best he could while the pain and convulsion took over. "This...this one...this attack...something's not...right...it feels...different......very different." The Elf managed, then quickly turned his head into the pillow in pain. Worry gripped Aragorn's heart. "What is wrong, mellon nin?" He asked desperately. The Elf didn't answer for a minute, but then slowly managed to weakly turn his head. "It feels different this time....the......attack.....feels....different...." Legolas barely managed. The Elf quickly turned his head into the pillow and Aragorn heard a soft scream of pain. It had to be different, for the Elf never did that before.
Aragorn took his friend's free hand and nearly got it crushed. Aragorn knew this was the best he could do...the only thing he could do. "How is it different?" Aragorn said in a soothing and worried voice. His friend let out another cry of pain before turning to Aragorn. "I...I...It...it's.........worse" Legolas tried again to manage a sentence out. "I'll call for my Father." Aragorn said. "No! Aragorn, it's...okay...I...haven't passed out...yet...so...I just...want......you....to.....stay...." Legolas said, forcing his head into the pillow and crying out in pain softly. "Okay. You said it was worse. What is worse?" Aragorn asked. Legolas weakly looked up again, still in the convulsion and still in pain. "T...the...........pain...." Aragorn noticed that with each attempt to speak, the words grew more farther apart.
Legolas put his face back into the pillow. His head pounded and his chest hurt so bad he couldn't describe the pain. The convulsion made the pain 10 times worse. Aragorn was so worried that he couldn't feel his own hand being crushed. This attack was different. The pain was at least 10 times worse than the last one he had.
Aragorn smoothed Legolas hair soothingly while whispering to him. He said it was worse, Aragorn thought, so maybe the disease is getting worse and the pain would get worse as the disease grew worse. His friend was painfully dying in front of his eyes and he could do NOTHING to stop it! Another cry of pain from his friend was enough to jolt Aragorn from his thoughts. "Shhhh, mellon nin. It's okay." Aragorn soothed. The convulsion continued, but was growing weaker and weaker...just like Legolas. When the convulsion completely stopped, Legolas didn't turn over again. Instead, he lay in the same position and wouldn't move.
Worried, Aragorn touched his friend's shoulder with his free hand. "Legolas?" Aragorn asked. "The convulsion stopped...yet...pain...the...pain...the pain...continues...in my...chest..." Legolas said painfully. Aragorn gently turned Legolas onto his back. "Let me look, mellon nin." Aragorn pleaded gently. "Okay." Legolas said too weak to nod his head. Aragorn un-buttoned Legolas' shirt. He gasped. There were bruises everywhere on his chest, making it look like one huge bruise. They were dark and fresh bruises. Aragorn re-buttoned his friend's shirt and pulled the covers up gently. Legolas' eyes were distant. He didn't notice Aragorn pull up the covers, yet he was still awake. "Legolas?" Aragorn said questionably. Legolas turned his head weakly. Aragorn nodded. "Okay, I didn't think you were here anymore." Aragorn joked, making Legolas smile.
Aragorn studied his friend. He was in obvious pain and his light was dimmed down. "You need to rest." Aragorn said. Legolas nodded and closed his eyes and fell asleep, with difficulty, an hour later. Aragorn never left his friend's side as he promised.
Legolas gripped his chest and turned onto his stomach. Aragorn thought this was the same routine, but Legolas gasped out a sentence as best he could while the pain and convulsion took over. "This...this one...this attack...something's not...right...it feels...different......very different." The Elf managed, then quickly turned his head into the pillow in pain. Worry gripped Aragorn's heart. "What is wrong, mellon nin?" He asked desperately. The Elf didn't answer for a minute, but then slowly managed to weakly turn his head. "It feels different this time....the......attack.....feels....different...." Legolas barely managed. The Elf quickly turned his head into the pillow and Aragorn heard a soft scream of pain. It had to be different, for the Elf never did that before.
Aragorn took his friend's free hand and nearly got it crushed. Aragorn knew this was the best he could do...the only thing he could do. "How is it different?" Aragorn said in a soothing and worried voice. His friend let out another cry of pain before turning to Aragorn. "I...I...It...it's.........worse" Legolas tried again to manage a sentence out. "I'll call for my Father." Aragorn said. "No! Aragorn, it's...okay...I...haven't passed out...yet...so...I just...want......you....to.....stay...." Legolas said, forcing his head into the pillow and crying out in pain softly. "Okay. You said it was worse. What is worse?" Aragorn asked. Legolas weakly looked up again, still in the convulsion and still in pain. "T...the...........pain...." Aragorn noticed that with each attempt to speak, the words grew more farther apart.
Legolas put his face back into the pillow. His head pounded and his chest hurt so bad he couldn't describe the pain. The convulsion made the pain 10 times worse. Aragorn was so worried that he couldn't feel his own hand being crushed. This attack was different. The pain was at least 10 times worse than the last one he had.
Aragorn smoothed Legolas hair soothingly while whispering to him. He said it was worse, Aragorn thought, so maybe the disease is getting worse and the pain would get worse as the disease grew worse. His friend was painfully dying in front of his eyes and he could do NOTHING to stop it! Another cry of pain from his friend was enough to jolt Aragorn from his thoughts. "Shhhh, mellon nin. It's okay." Aragorn soothed. The convulsion continued, but was growing weaker and weaker...just like Legolas. When the convulsion completely stopped, Legolas didn't turn over again. Instead, he lay in the same position and wouldn't move.
Worried, Aragorn touched his friend's shoulder with his free hand. "Legolas?" Aragorn asked. "The convulsion stopped...yet...pain...the...pain...the pain...continues...in my...chest..." Legolas said painfully. Aragorn gently turned Legolas onto his back. "Let me look, mellon nin." Aragorn pleaded gently. "Okay." Legolas said too weak to nod his head. Aragorn un-buttoned Legolas' shirt. He gasped. There were bruises everywhere on his chest, making it look like one huge bruise. They were dark and fresh bruises. Aragorn re-buttoned his friend's shirt and pulled the covers up gently. Legolas' eyes were distant. He didn't notice Aragorn pull up the covers, yet he was still awake. "Legolas?" Aragorn said questionably. Legolas turned his head weakly. Aragorn nodded. "Okay, I didn't think you were here anymore." Aragorn joked, making Legolas smile.
Aragorn studied his friend. He was in obvious pain and his light was dimmed down. "You need to rest." Aragorn said. Legolas nodded and closed his eyes and fell asleep, with difficulty, an hour later. Aragorn never left his friend's side as he promised.