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Soft
So soft
Where am I?
A sea of soft whiteness swam in front of Raven's half opened eyelids. She felt like she was floating on a cloud.
"Here," a gentle voice commanded. Raven felt a glass being pressed to her cracked lips. Obediently, she gulped the cool pink liquid that was slopping against the glass.
It tasted like strawberries.
After it was finished Raven ran her swollen tongue over her lips to catch any residue of the refreshing drink.
Finding none she changed her attention to 'cup-bearer'. A blurring green face swam in and out of focus.
"Gar?" she croaked, her throat was like a desert, dry and hot.
The blurring green face split into the trademark-dazzling grin. He quickly poured another delicious glass of pink strawberry cordial. Condensation was forming on the cold glass.
Raven sipped it this time, taking time to savour the sweet, but not sickly, taste of fresh strawberries. She shivered slightly as the icy cordial ran soothingly down her parched throat.
"You OK there Rae?"
A concerned voice drifted into Raven's consciousness. A cool hand rested on Raven forehead.
She smiled weakly at him, wincing as the small movement opened tiny cracks on her lips. He took a soft wet cloth and dabbed at the small spots of blood.
Was he always this gentle? I never noticed before.
Flying on the soft wings of happiness, Raven drifted off to a blissful and contented sleep.
Garfield smiled at her affectionately. He put the container of ice-cold strawberry cordial back in the fridge. He then went over to the sink and washed out the glass twice, then ran a glass of water for himself. Raven may like the cordial but it was a little too sickly for his tastes.
He sipped the water while watching the sleeping Raven. Gently he traced one of the cruel bruises under her left eye. It was a nasty purple-greenish colour, and he had no doubt that it was one of many.
His hands shook slightly as he washed his glass under the cold tap.
How dare anyone treat any woman like that…let alone Raven?
His heart lurched uncomfortably whenever he saw that pear shaped bruise under her eye.
How dare they?
Raven's eyes flickered open. Garfield blinked a tear from his eye, his heart tore in two to see her so weak.
He stirred the pot of wholesome stew that he had left to simmer, before ladling a generous amount into a wooden bowl. He hurried over to Raven's side.
As she was too weak to hold a spoon, he had to spoon-feed her. Softly rebuking her feeble protests, he gently fed her the bowl of stew.
After she had finished the last nourishing spoonful, he smiled positively at her, like a parent after the child has completed a demanding task.
Raven was a long way from recovering health and sanity, but it was a start.
It was a start.
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