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Big thanks to savejonny who pointed out that I was switching tenses. I'll edit my previous chapters for tense errors soon.
Someone was staring at me, I could feel it; I opened my eyes to see a man watching me.
"Who are you?" I signed.
He looked confused and beckoned to someone outside my visual range. I turned my head to see Elrohir walk over. That's when I noticed that I was lying down on a bed. It wasn't really a bed so much as it was a padded table, like what they have in the nurse's office at school. I carefully sat up, still very aware of the fact that a car recently hit me. I mimicked the sign for writing; the other man produced some from a table in the room and handed it to me.
"Who is he?" I wrote on the paper and showed it to Elrohir.
"My father, Elrond," he said, "He is a healer here in Imladris."
Elrond taped me on the shoulder to get my attention; I turn and look at him, my eyebrows raised in question.
"I need to examine you to discover the extent of your injuries. Then I need to treat them so that you can begin healing." He explained to me.
I nodded slowly, still unsure of how much to trust these people. Elrohir carefully pushed me back to lie down; I looked at him, searching his eyes for something I could trust.
"Do not worry," he said.
Gently Elrond prodded and poked checking the extent of the bruising, cuts, and scrapes I had received. I watched his every move, flinching occasionally when something would flare up at a particular poke or prod. Once I went so far as to force his hand away when he was examining a cut on my abdomen that coincided with a particularly nasty bruise. He didn't react with anger, as I would have expected; he simply took my hands and laid them at my sides sympathetically before returning to his inspection with a bit more care.
"How did you come to be injured in such a fashion, if I may inquire?" Elrond asked me.
I shook my head; I didn't want to explain that my own brother hated me and had ruined what little life I had left.
Elrond nodded in acceptance of my answer and picked up wet rag. He meticulously began to clean the cuts that Justin had so carelessly created.
He finished cleaning the cuts on my arms and chest and started cleaning the ones on my legs. I suddenly noticed that I was practically naked; how did I not notice before?
I was still wearing my bra, and underwear, other than that my clothes were gone. I felt myself blush and I closed my eyes, commanding my skin to return to its normal color.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder, I opened my eyes; Elrohir looked concerned as he asked me if I was okay.
I nodded but winced when Elrond dug out a piece of dirt that was buried deeply in one of the cuts.
Elrond finished cleaning out the cuts and put some sort of strong smelling liquid on a few of the cuts. He picked up a small object from a table that I couldn't really see, then he came back over to me and I realized what he was going to do. I yanked my arm away from where he was and grabbed Elrohir's hand.
"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you." Elrond said. He gently picked up my arm and laid it back down at my side.
I took a deep breath and shut my eyes, still holding onto Elrohir's hand.
I felt the needle pierce my skin but it didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. The liquid he used must have been some sort of numbing agent. I focused completely on my breathing and Elrohir's hand, willing myself to remain still while Elrond worked. After he stitched up a few of the cuts Elrond applied some sort of salve to all of them and bandaged them. I released Elrohir's hand, blushing quietly. He looked down at me with understanding in his eyes.
Elrond finished working on the cuts and smeared a different balm onto my bruises. He had me drink a foul tasting concoction while Elrohir covered me with a blanket; then they both left, saying that I should get some sleep.