CHAPTER THIRTEEN – THE SACRIFICES MADE

"All we have to decide, is what to do with the time that is given to us,"

Kyle took a deep breath as she opened her eyes. She had been sleeping for what felt like a millennia. The last thing she could remember was inhaling a toxic smoke and Legolas rapping on the door. She stared around and she groaned. She was in the Healer's room again. She pulled herself up and examined herself. Her skin had a blue-like tinge to it and her hair lay lank around her narrow shoulders. She felt as bad as she looked, she had a horrible migraine and her whole body seemed to ache with tiredness.

She propped herself up on the pillow and watched as the door quietly creaked open to reveal Legolas. He peeked his head cautiously through the crack and when he saw Kyle alive and conscious a wide smile appeared on his face. He flew toward her bedside. "You are awake!" He exclaimed. "I was worried you would never wake up!"

"I sort of wish I hadn't," Kyle yawned, laying her head down on the pillow. "The flowers they were..."

"Poisonous," Legolas spoke solemnly, finishing her sentence, "But you mustn't worry, we know who gave you the flowers, they will not harm you again,"

"Who?"

"Vanya," Legolas sighed deeply, capturing Kyle's hand. "She blames you for her mother's passing. She is merely a daughter lost in grief. She's just searching for someone to blame. As much as I hate her for what she did to you Kyle, I cannot bring myself to feel anything but pity for her, My adar has imprisoned her within the dungeons for the time being, till we work out how to punish her. It is not often we elves commit any punishable crimes he is quite unsure as to what to do,"

"Vanya! Santiel's daughter!" Kyle exclaimed, "Gosh...she was so nice,"

"She was a good actress," Legolas answered, "But do not worry for her, just focus on resting. You were on the brink of death. The poison rotted your insides, you are weak still,"

Kyle rested her head on the pillow. She did feel like sleeping again...She could feel her eyes grow heavy and her limbs go weak. Legolas chuckled and Kyle jerked upright. "I'm not tired,"

"Liars don't make good friends," Legolas quoted. He sighed to himself. "But if your not tired, then I could read to you?"

Kyle nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. "I'm just resting my eyes," She defended, restraining a yawn.

"Of course you are," The elven prince laughed and begun to read from memory. It was not long after Legolas had begun reading that Kyle begun to snore quietly signifying that she was asleep. Legolas chuckled to himself and fixed the sheets around Kyle, before leaving her to her sleep.

Kyle was finally beginning to feel better. Her tiredness however had been replaced by a crippling boredom. She was not allowed out of bed, nor was she allowed out of the room. Legolas had been by her bedside for the whole of two weeks, trying and failing to entertain her. Kyle's spirits had however been lifted, there was a very strong possibility of her finally being allowed home, that was of course, if the healer's deemed her fit enough.

The door opened and one of the healers entered. Kyle knew him to be Thalion. He like most elves was annoyingly perfect. Kyle had searched his face over and over, trying hard to find any small flaw; she had of course been unsuccessful. "Good morning Kyle," He spoke gently, setting his herbs and other healing equipment down on the table.

"Good morning," Kyle spoke carefully. Thalion wasted no time; he sat on her bedside and placed - what looked like - a thermometer in her mouth. He withdrew it and nodded carefully at it.

"You temperatures fine," He mused, "I'll just have to run some more tests if that's alright with you?"

Kyle nodded. However, as soon as she nodded her head, she instantly regretted it. Thalion drew blood; he had her lie down, only to sit back up again. He made her run to either side of the room and back again and do fifty sit ups within ten minutes. By the time he was finished she was utterly exhausted.

Thalion emerged from his workstation, Kyle could spy various bottles filled with different liquids on the counter. "What are those?"

"Ah, well those are various tests checking your longevity, fertility, etc." Thalion spoke lightly. "You passed your physical if that makes you feel any better, you do lack co-ordination but Legolas tells me that you were like that before you were poisoned. I am happy to inform you that your heart, lungs, and other major organs have been miraculously unaffected by the poison. You have been very lucky!"

"So I can go home!" Kyle grinned,

"Yes, but you must relax," Thalion ordered, "Otherwise you might end up back in here, and I don't think you'd like that very much,"

"No, I wouldn't,"

Kyle was back at home, she had never felt so glad to be in her own house. All traces of the deathly flowers were gone, and the whole place was just how she had left it. An organised mess. Legolas chuckled as he navigated his way to the settee. "You really must tidy up around here,"

"No, If I tidy, then I'll lose everything," Kyle rested against the wall. "Do you want something to drink, or eat? I could cook,"

"Sit down you idiotic little mortal," Legolas laughed, "You are supposed to be ill, which means, it is I, who is to look after you, do you want a glass of water? I could roast you some meat over the fire?"

Kyle plopped down on the seat and shook her head lightly. "I'm fine thanks. You can get going if you'd like,"

"Thalion thinks it would be best if I stay the night. Just to make sure you are well," Legolas mused, "That's if you'll have me,"

Kyle's cheeks burned red. If she said no, she would sound like she did not want his company, but if she said yes; she would seem overly eager and clingy. Kyle smiled. "Well I only have one bed, and you're not sharing it with me. So I guess I'll have to take the floor,"

Legolas rolled his eyes like he was two, even though he was closer to the two-thousand mark. "Don't be ridiculous, I'll take the floor,"
He laughed to himself, his gaze fixing on Kyle's face. There was doubt in her wide-blue eyes. "Are you alright Kyle?"

"I'm okay, I suppose," The mortal murmured. "It's just, I can't help thinking that Vanya was right. It was my fault about Santiel,"

"It wasn't," Legolas breathed. "If you had stayed the pair of you would have died. There was nothing you could have done. Santiel knew that it would be impossible to outrun the spiders without some kind of distraction. That is why she stayed and fought. She knew that in her death, you could have life. It was her sacrifice to make; she would not have you blame yourself for it,"

Kyle sighed deeply. "I miss her," She felt tears fall from her eyes. "Like I miss Rory, and Mum and Dad."

A/N

⁞ I feel like every chapter gets shorter! The next chapter is set one year ahead, just to move things on a bit. I don't want to do too much time-jump so this will be the last. I don't know if anyone's getting tired of it switching around from Rory to Kyle. If you have any opinions just review ⁞

⁞ Also, if anyone has any ideas for mini plotlines for either Rory or Kyle then I'm interested to hear (read) them. I have a lot of ideas but I often think it's good to get ideas from your readers I will of course give you credit if I end up using it. So if you have any ideas or suggestions just review away ⁞