What seemed like only a few short moments later, Elphaba was jolted awake by somebody's hand on her shoulder, and a whispered 'Elphie?' Obviously Glinda, but having just woken up, the green took a few moments to realize this.
Her dark eyes watched the blonde, who had taken a few steps backwards out of surprised, with a somewhat confused expression. Then, realizing where she was and why, she turned back so she was facing forward, letting her face return to its emotionless state. Her eyes skimmed the landscape idly.
Finally she spoke. "What did the doctor say, then." Obviously a treatment would have been given, hopefully with some medicine. Treatment being something for his obvious broken bones and his head. Even though she hadn't let anybody know of her injuries, and as a result hadn't seen the doctor, she clung to the belief that they would both be alright. The one with the worst injuries had been seen, anyway.
Glinda put her hand on her neck for a moment, as though checking to see if she could speak, before doing so. "Elphaba…" and here, she kneeled beside her friend, placing a hand on her unwounded shoulder, "the doctor was barely in time. Fiyero lost a lot of blood, and there was some internal bleeding as well…"
Elphaba, who had placed her head in her hands, suddenly looked up at Glinda, smacking her hands on the floor of the balcony and shrugging the blonde's hand off of her shoulder. Although her eyes were piercing, her voice was still oddly flat. "Get to the point."
Glinda swallowed a bit, then got back to her feet. "I… He's in a coma right now, Elphie…" And at this, Elphaba's left hand, her unwounded side, clenched into a tight fist as she practically jumped to her feet. "He's only half likely to make it. A fifty-fifty chance."
This was all Elphaba needed to hear. Whirling around in a cyclone of skirts and cape, she hurried into the main room, her eyes fixed on the bed.
Glinda gasped, only onw seeing the blood that Elphaba had been concealing with her cape. "Elphaba, stop this instant! You're hurt too??"
Elphaba didn't even turn around, and kept the dead even tone of voice she had been using. "Fiyero's. Go to that press conference you were talking about and leave me - and him - alone." Her voice shook slightly near the end, a fact that was not missed by Glinda.
The blonde sighed, slightly frustrated that Elphaba kept avoiding her questions, keeping her in the dark, and she still didn't know what had even happened. But she could tell how upset Elphaba was, despite her attempts at hiding it. So she would wait a bit before prying further.
"Alright Elphie. Don't know how you figured it was a press conference, but however you did, you're right. I'll make the arrangements for us leaving to the summer house while I'm away, and we'll leave tonight." She paused, then walked to the door, glanced backwards at Fiyero and Elphaba, and left to get and get ready.
As son as Elphaba heard the door click, she dashed over to it, turning the lock with yet another audible 'click'. Turning back around, she walked back to the bed in which Fiyero had been laid down, only to trip when she was only halfway there.
For a moment, she stayed down, her hands clenching into fists as a non-violent way to slightly lessen her frustration. Then, biting her lip, she got back to her feet. This time, she made it to the bed successfully.
Once there, she just looked at Fiyero. The doctor had changed the bandages, and she was glad to see that they looked more sanitary than her rags had been. There were several more items that would obviously be used for further treatments on a small table, along with a list on how to and when to administer them.
The emerald woman walked idly over to the small table, and picked up the list, beginning to read it. To anyone looking at her, although no one was, it would appear that she had lost interest in her lover. But that wasn't the case at all; she was just really good at distracting herself.
As she read, Elphaba's left hand came up to cover her mouth. These were treatments for those who were dying or didn't have good chances. Even though there was a fifty percent chance, and Fiyero could go either way, it appeared the doctor was less than optimistic. Dropping the list and not caring where it landed, for she wouldn't be looking at it again, Elphaba turned back around, walking quickly back over to the bed.
Once there, Elphaba looked back down at Fiyero. He could die. And at that thought, something inside the woman broke, and she fell heavily to her knees next to the bed. Being careful not to jostle the bed on which her lover's delicate form lay, she crawled onto it, lying on her side next to him.
With a trembling hand, Elphaba gently traced her emerald fingertips across her perfect lips. Drawing in a shaky breath, she then placed her palm on his cheek, leaving it there. He felt so cold... But air flowed through his lungs, and his heart continued beating. He was staying alive… And even though Elphaba didn't want the thought to come into her head, it came anyway. 'At least for now'.
The woman had heard of people in comas being able to understand what was said while they were unconscious. Certain that this was the case with Fiyero, knowing that it was, she began speaking, fighting to keep her voice even. For if she was weak when Fiyero was like this, he might give up.
"Fiyero, my hero. Yero. Listen to me. I need you to wake up as soon as you can, my love. I know it must be painful, but you're going to wake up and come back to me. Promise me that…" She broke off, then rested her head on a pillow, never letting her eyes leave Fiyero's face. She gently traced the contours of his features, before her eyes closed against her will, and she fell asleep against the fragile form of her lover.