Sinbad awoke with barely any sleep accomplished. He headed straight to Firouz who was already awake.
"How is she Firouz?" Sinbad asked anxiously. Firouz could see the worry in Sinbad's eyes.
"She's awake. I informed her of everything. Now she has to rest so please, Sinbad don't rile her up," Firouz motioned for Sinbad to go see her before he added, "Oh Sinbad, there's one last thing, her memory has returned."
Sinbad rushed to Maeve's quarters. He gently knocked before he walked in. Maeve was dressed in one of Bryn's sleeping gowns. She was propped up in her bed staring blankly out the window. Sinbad approached her slowly.
"Maeve?"
She blinked as she kept staring out the window.
"Maeve? Are you all right? Firouz told me everything. Did you know about....?"
Maeve slightly shook her head no.
"Was I...?"
Maeve nodded her head as the tears started to flow. Sinbad noticed and sat down beside her and started to hold her. She cried for what seemed like hours until she dozed off. Sinbad just sat there stroking her crimson curls.
Sinbad got up and went up to the deck for some fresh air. He leaned over the rail and watched the water splash against the sides. Bryn walked up beside him.
"How is she?"
"She's sleeping," Sinbad turned to face her, "Oh Bryn, I'm afraid of what's going to happen. She hasn't said one word to me. I feel so guilty."
Bryn hushed Sinbad, "Shh... It will be all right. She needs time. Her wounds are deep though. No time in the world could fully heal them. You need to help her."
Sinbad smiled at Bryn. The two hugged before Sinbad made his way down towards Maeve's cabin.
Days had passed. Maeve's condition slowly improved. She even ventured out onto the deck once. Sinbad scarcely left her side. Maeve appreciated it even though she did not show it. She was so ashamed. She said no words to Sinbad only slight gestures. Sinbad didn't mind though, he just wanted her to get better.
Sinbad sat next to the cabin window slightly nodding off when Maeve called for him, "Sinbad?"
He quickly jerked up to see Maeve was awake from her rest. He rose up and sat next to her.
"Yes, Maeve?"
"I'm sorry." The words seemed to echo all around him.
"Whatever for?" Sinbad a little confused.
"For not being...stronger...." Maeve sputtered the words out as she choked back sobs, "I had the ability to stop him but I couldn't."
Sinbad held Maeve in his arms lightly rocking her, "Maeve, don't you do that. It's not your fault. If its anybody's fault it's mine. I shouldn't have pursued you. I'm the one who should be sorry."
Sinbad hated to see Maeve like this. She was so weak. The fire she once had was gone. It was all his fault, if only he had just put his feelings aside.
After the sun set, Maeve made the trek up to the deck. Sinbad was glad to see her up and about again. The tiniest hint of a smile crept along her lips. She sat down at her usual spot before she left. Dermott came down to greet his mistress. She chatted with him for a while before heading back down to rest. This became a routine for Maeve for the next few days. Maeve put up a brave face. She tried desperately to regain her composure. Her heart was aching though. The thought of her lost child sickened her. Why me? Of course she recalled her past and remembered that her life was cursed. What secrets did Maeve hide. Her heart covered them up all these years with a witty and sarcastic attitude. She hid underneath a protective layer of ice. But losing her memory melted her coldness and let out the Maeve who always yearned to be free. It was like two women were inside her. Each in love with the same man, one who wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs, while the other tried to deny it.
She watched the sun set when Sinbad retreated to her quarters. He walked up slowly behind her and placed his hands on her arms. Maeve instinctively tightened as she spun around. Her eyes wide with fear. She shrieked as she slumped to the floor. Sinbad didn't understand...his touch...it felt like Baruuk....Maeve had panicked. She thought it was Baruuk. She sobbed as she realized she wasn't getting any better. She felt like such a coward.
"Maeve! It's okay. I won't hurt you. I promise." Sinbad kneeled down before her. He tilted her head up. Her eyes were red from crying. Her hair was mussed. Her arms were warm and sticky. Sticky? Sinbad's eyes rested upon her forearms. He noticed the blood soaked to her sleeve. He grabbed her hand. She tried to pull away. He pulled back her sleeve to find that her arms were covered in tiny of little cut marks.
"Maeve! By Allah, what's this? Are you hurting yourself Maeve? Why?"
"I want the pain to go away!" Maeve sobbed as she pulled herself up into the fetal position even more, "Everything around me reminds me! I just want to forget!"
Sinbad embraced her. He made her promise not to do anything while he went to bandages. He even took the liberty of confiscating all of her daggers. As Sinbad walked to Firouz's quarters to fetch dressing he looked for Doubar first.
"Brother, turn this ship around, I have unfinished business to attend to."
"How is she Firouz?" Sinbad asked anxiously. Firouz could see the worry in Sinbad's eyes.
"She's awake. I informed her of everything. Now she has to rest so please, Sinbad don't rile her up," Firouz motioned for Sinbad to go see her before he added, "Oh Sinbad, there's one last thing, her memory has returned."
Sinbad rushed to Maeve's quarters. He gently knocked before he walked in. Maeve was dressed in one of Bryn's sleeping gowns. She was propped up in her bed staring blankly out the window. Sinbad approached her slowly.
"Maeve?"
She blinked as she kept staring out the window.
"Maeve? Are you all right? Firouz told me everything. Did you know about....?"
Maeve slightly shook her head no.
"Was I...?"
Maeve nodded her head as the tears started to flow. Sinbad noticed and sat down beside her and started to hold her. She cried for what seemed like hours until she dozed off. Sinbad just sat there stroking her crimson curls.
Sinbad got up and went up to the deck for some fresh air. He leaned over the rail and watched the water splash against the sides. Bryn walked up beside him.
"How is she?"
"She's sleeping," Sinbad turned to face her, "Oh Bryn, I'm afraid of what's going to happen. She hasn't said one word to me. I feel so guilty."
Bryn hushed Sinbad, "Shh... It will be all right. She needs time. Her wounds are deep though. No time in the world could fully heal them. You need to help her."
Sinbad smiled at Bryn. The two hugged before Sinbad made his way down towards Maeve's cabin.
Days had passed. Maeve's condition slowly improved. She even ventured out onto the deck once. Sinbad scarcely left her side. Maeve appreciated it even though she did not show it. She was so ashamed. She said no words to Sinbad only slight gestures. Sinbad didn't mind though, he just wanted her to get better.
Sinbad sat next to the cabin window slightly nodding off when Maeve called for him, "Sinbad?"
He quickly jerked up to see Maeve was awake from her rest. He rose up and sat next to her.
"Yes, Maeve?"
"I'm sorry." The words seemed to echo all around him.
"Whatever for?" Sinbad a little confused.
"For not being...stronger...." Maeve sputtered the words out as she choked back sobs, "I had the ability to stop him but I couldn't."
Sinbad held Maeve in his arms lightly rocking her, "Maeve, don't you do that. It's not your fault. If its anybody's fault it's mine. I shouldn't have pursued you. I'm the one who should be sorry."
Sinbad hated to see Maeve like this. She was so weak. The fire she once had was gone. It was all his fault, if only he had just put his feelings aside.
After the sun set, Maeve made the trek up to the deck. Sinbad was glad to see her up and about again. The tiniest hint of a smile crept along her lips. She sat down at her usual spot before she left. Dermott came down to greet his mistress. She chatted with him for a while before heading back down to rest. This became a routine for Maeve for the next few days. Maeve put up a brave face. She tried desperately to regain her composure. Her heart was aching though. The thought of her lost child sickened her. Why me? Of course she recalled her past and remembered that her life was cursed. What secrets did Maeve hide. Her heart covered them up all these years with a witty and sarcastic attitude. She hid underneath a protective layer of ice. But losing her memory melted her coldness and let out the Maeve who always yearned to be free. It was like two women were inside her. Each in love with the same man, one who wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs, while the other tried to deny it.
She watched the sun set when Sinbad retreated to her quarters. He walked up slowly behind her and placed his hands on her arms. Maeve instinctively tightened as she spun around. Her eyes wide with fear. She shrieked as she slumped to the floor. Sinbad didn't understand...his touch...it felt like Baruuk....Maeve had panicked. She thought it was Baruuk. She sobbed as she realized she wasn't getting any better. She felt like such a coward.
"Maeve! It's okay. I won't hurt you. I promise." Sinbad kneeled down before her. He tilted her head up. Her eyes were red from crying. Her hair was mussed. Her arms were warm and sticky. Sticky? Sinbad's eyes rested upon her forearms. He noticed the blood soaked to her sleeve. He grabbed her hand. She tried to pull away. He pulled back her sleeve to find that her arms were covered in tiny of little cut marks.
"Maeve! By Allah, what's this? Are you hurting yourself Maeve? Why?"
"I want the pain to go away!" Maeve sobbed as she pulled herself up into the fetal position even more, "Everything around me reminds me! I just want to forget!"
Sinbad embraced her. He made her promise not to do anything while he went to bandages. He even took the liberty of confiscating all of her daggers. As Sinbad walked to Firouz's quarters to fetch dressing he looked for Doubar first.
"Brother, turn this ship around, I have unfinished business to attend to."