To say Leander was panicked would be an understatement.
Leander never panicked.
Well, usually…
But no. He wasn't panicked at this moment in time, nope!
Completely freaking out however…
Gazing down at the young woman in his arms his level head got kicked to the curb and was replaced by what felt like a headless chicken. How had this happened?!
Okay, okay…
Breath… Breath…
Calm down…
Glancing back down at her, he gulped as his short lived control slipped away again. She was fine just a moment ago!
What was it that caused this?! What did he put in the medicine that did this?! He blinked as she began to shiver with cold.
Priority, keep her warm.
Taking a deep breath, he shifted her weight around before slipping his arm under her knees. He wasn't physically strong like Batu but luckily for him, all this sickness had left her quite a bit lighter than before. Steadying himself, he carefully lifted her up.
His balance was gone almost immediately. He was sure his luck was about to run out as he managed to steady himself on the wall. He really wasn't cut out for this.
Slowly, he began to hobble towards her bed. Bracken wasn't fat by any means but muscle came with a price.
A heavy price.
Breathless as he reached his destination, Leander cautiously laid her down again before pulling the covers back over her. He dropped back into the desk chair, completely out of breath as he observed her for a few moments.
Okay, she's still cold.
Hurriedly, he leapt to his feet at the realisation and raced out the room. He returned moments later with another blanket. Draping the fabric over her, he noticed no significant difference.
She whined a little in pain as she shifted onto her side, sending Leander's mind spiralling out of control.
What did he do?! What should he do?! How come he'd never been in this situation before?! Was she going to get worse again? Oh no, what if she was in a coma?!
…!
What if he killed her?!
Leander had never been one to freak out over much. His skin was tougher than that. So when Queen Nerea was sent a barrage of messages from Leander, she'd immediately grown worried.
Taking a seat back on her throne, she checked her Leafbook messages to see just what had happened. A small part of her was expecting him to be drunk again. That night had been rather amusing, after all.
Nothing could have prepared her for the utter word abomination that she found.
"My quen!
Wat do I d0?
I think I killedher!"
The queen blinked at his abysmal attempt at grammar. Narrowing her eyes, she finally registered what exactly he'd just typed. Her fingertips paused over the keys for a long moment, still unable to really comprehend what she was reading.
"What?"
She messaged simply, needing clarification. Leander? A killer? Hardly!
"BRACKEN
I think I killered her!"
She was about to respond with something along the lines of, 'What do you mean?' or 'Don't be silly. She won't be dead.' When his frantic typing reached her screen.
"I gave her nw medican and she wassick and now she won't walk up!
What do I do?"
It took a moment to decipher his words before she responded.
"Calm down. I'll be right there."
This was probably for the best. If Bracken was like he claimed, then he may need much more support than what she could offer through technology. Glancing sharply up from her Leafbook, she instantly had the attention of the nearest guard.
"I want a ship to be prepared as soon as possible. I must head to Evermore immediately." She commanded as the guard saluted and raced away to fulfil his orders.
This was going to be interesting…
