Uh-oh, Squallie's hurt
Part VIII
Seifer couldn't believe it when he watched Squall drop down at his feet, completely out of it. He bent down, gently scooping the ice prince into his arms. He cursed his lack of curative spells and prayed that the infirmary wasn't full. Squall obviously needed to be tended, although, during his fight he had fought well, as if nothing were ailing him. It must have been from when he collided with the tree. The infirmary was full. He stood there with Squall's blood dripping from both of them as he waited for a nurse to tend to him.
"Oh god, it's the commander!" It was then that finally Squall got taken care of by the nurses. I stood in the room, watching as they rushed about him, using several different types of machines on him. I lost track of time, watching them inject him and poke and prod at him. Several times the doctors grew more rushed, almost as if they were going to lose him. Their words rushed over the top of my head. I couldn't understand a word they were saying until it seemed they switched to English.
"..might never regain his balance..." "...might never fight again..." "...almost definitely won't be lifting that heavy gunblade again..." Oh god. Squall might be permanently incapacitated from this. He might never be the same. No, Squall would stay the same, he just wouldn't spend as much time in the training centre. He'd become more of a paper-pusher than a warrior. The ice prince confined to a small four walled room with his pride taken from him, most likely having to use something to help him keep his balance, like a cane ...
"...he's coming 'round. Clear the room..." "...don't want him confused..." "...you there, clear out..."
"I brought him in. I'm staying." I settled in the seat beside the bed and took his hand in mine, holding tightly enough for him to know I was there. I couldn't let him wake alone. He needed someone to explain just what happened to him. I watched as his head turned towards me, his painfilled eyes fluttering open and closed, trying to focus on me.
"Seifer?"
"I brought you to the infirmary. You were bleeding."
"I remember. What's wrong with me?"
"I don't know. I couldn't understand their bloody words. I swear they don't speak English." Squall smiled at me and nodded in understanding. I made to release his hand, but he clung all the tighter to my hand until I returned the pressure. We just stayed there in silence, me watching his face as he seemed to assess his body's condition, trying to find what was wrong.
"Do you want me to fetch the doctor?"
"Not just yet. Could you grab me that glass of water?" Squall nodded towards the glass that was out of both our reaches. I nodded and stood, gently releasing his hand. As I put my back to him to get the glass, I could hear the blankets rustling and as I turned back I found him holding his head, as if he were in pain. I set the glass aside as I put both my hands on his head, gently tipping it back so I could meet his eyes and hopefully see what was wrong.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, just so dizzy."
"Lay back then and drink the water. I'll get the doctor." His reaction to movement frightened me. Suddenly I realised that what the doctor's had been muttering about could be true, watching him as he had struggled to simply sit up. I had to leave, I couldn't stand to see the realisation come across his face when he finally understands just what has happened to him. I sent the doctor in to him and fled back to our shared dorm. I would face him later, when I had myself under control.
Part VIII
Seifer couldn't believe it when he watched Squall drop down at his feet, completely out of it. He bent down, gently scooping the ice prince into his arms. He cursed his lack of curative spells and prayed that the infirmary wasn't full. Squall obviously needed to be tended, although, during his fight he had fought well, as if nothing were ailing him. It must have been from when he collided with the tree. The infirmary was full. He stood there with Squall's blood dripping from both of them as he waited for a nurse to tend to him.
"Oh god, it's the commander!" It was then that finally Squall got taken care of by the nurses. I stood in the room, watching as they rushed about him, using several different types of machines on him. I lost track of time, watching them inject him and poke and prod at him. Several times the doctors grew more rushed, almost as if they were going to lose him. Their words rushed over the top of my head. I couldn't understand a word they were saying until it seemed they switched to English.
"..might never regain his balance..." "...might never fight again..." "...almost definitely won't be lifting that heavy gunblade again..." Oh god. Squall might be permanently incapacitated from this. He might never be the same. No, Squall would stay the same, he just wouldn't spend as much time in the training centre. He'd become more of a paper-pusher than a warrior. The ice prince confined to a small four walled room with his pride taken from him, most likely having to use something to help him keep his balance, like a cane ...
"...he's coming 'round. Clear the room..." "...don't want him confused..." "...you there, clear out..."
"I brought him in. I'm staying." I settled in the seat beside the bed and took his hand in mine, holding tightly enough for him to know I was there. I couldn't let him wake alone. He needed someone to explain just what happened to him. I watched as his head turned towards me, his painfilled eyes fluttering open and closed, trying to focus on me.
"Seifer?"
"I brought you to the infirmary. You were bleeding."
"I remember. What's wrong with me?"
"I don't know. I couldn't understand their bloody words. I swear they don't speak English." Squall smiled at me and nodded in understanding. I made to release his hand, but he clung all the tighter to my hand until I returned the pressure. We just stayed there in silence, me watching his face as he seemed to assess his body's condition, trying to find what was wrong.
"Do you want me to fetch the doctor?"
"Not just yet. Could you grab me that glass of water?" Squall nodded towards the glass that was out of both our reaches. I nodded and stood, gently releasing his hand. As I put my back to him to get the glass, I could hear the blankets rustling and as I turned back I found him holding his head, as if he were in pain. I set the glass aside as I put both my hands on his head, gently tipping it back so I could meet his eyes and hopefully see what was wrong.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, just so dizzy."
"Lay back then and drink the water. I'll get the doctor." His reaction to movement frightened me. Suddenly I realised that what the doctor's had been muttering about could be true, watching him as he had struggled to simply sit up. I had to leave, I couldn't stand to see the realisation come across his face when he finally understands just what has happened to him. I sent the doctor in to him and fled back to our shared dorm. I would face him later, when I had myself under control.