I appologize for the long gap in between updates; it hopefully won't happen again.
What seemed like a short amount of time later, Elphaba heard the lock turning in the door, and voices. Men's voices. She slowly and silently got up from her place next to Fiyero, her hands slowly coming up to hover over her scarf. It was obviously Glinda - she would have told her if anybody else had a key. But why were there men outside the door as well? Glinda hadn't thought to warn her, so there was no time to make it to the balcony without alerting them that she was in the room.
Then the door opened slowly, and when Elphaba saw the men whom Glinda had called to help earlier, her hands quickly grabbed her scarf and pulled it up so as to hide the fact that she was green, and she moved away, almost dance-like, to the corner of the room. Once there, she plopped herself into a cushioned chair, immediately growing motionless, her gloved hand holding the dark and patterned scarf directly over her face.
Glinda's hand moved to the light switch, flicking it off. Seeing James, Edward, Aiden and Clark's slightly confused looks, she smiled innocently. "Dearests, just think. When we move him, any drastic change in lighting might hurt his eyes. We don't want my dear Dean waking up with damaged eyes, now do we?"
If the situation hadn't been so spur-of-the-moment and somewhat frightening, Elphaba would have uttered a sarcastic remark. Dean? Obviously a code name for Fiyero. But where in Oz had it come from?
Too late to think any more on that, as Glinda and the four men began to enter the room. Elphaba was suddenly thankful that Glinda had chosen to have at least one dark item of furniture; she blended in well with the chair she was sitting on. And the lighting only helped that.
The blonde didn't even glance in her direction, though, merely flounced with an obviously fake carelessness over to the bed, waiting for the four men, who carried a makeshift stretcher, to catch up with her. Once they did, she immediately took charge.
"Alright, Aidan, I want you at his left arm over THERE. Clark, you'll be right HERE at his right arm. I don't really care about which leg though, so Edward and James, just choose a leg and stick with it. Alright? One.. Two.. Three!" The four men picked Fiyero up as gently as possible, setting him on the board that resembled a stretcher.
Elphaba made a half move to rise from her chair, a death glare already on her face. How dare they touch her Yero. Anybody except her was not alright. Allowing that incompetent doctor to pretend to help had been hard enough, but allowing this, knowing she had to, was torture. Silently settling back into her randomly chosen chair, Elphaba jackknifed herself closer to herself, her knees pulled in to herself. She was then motionless once again, merely watching. And glaring. Of course.
As soon as the blonde woman was sure that her four helpers weren't going to drop Fiyero any time soon, she began to shoo them out of her rooms. "Alright, we need to hurry now. To my carriage please!" The last part had been sung, a fact that made Elphaba cringe slightly. But it worked, the men hurried out of the room while being as gentle as possible to the still form of Fiyero. …Or Dean.
Glinda walked to the door, then paused, looking around her room. Seeing Elphaba, who was beginning to quickly rise out of her seat in order to follow, she cleared her throat, shook her head, and held up a hand to stop her friend. Glinda couldn't talk without letting everybody know that there was somebody in the room, but her face made it clear; Elphaba was not to follow. Yet, of course.
Walking out of the room and closing the door behind herself, Glinda followed her helpers to the carriage to situate her friend's lover.
Elphaba sat back down slowly, the glare having quickly returned to her face. She crossed her arms, planting her feet firmly on the floor, and looked away from the door. The woman's eyes were showing her frustration plainly, and it was focused on whatever happened to be in her line of vision - a mirror. Everything in Elphaba wanted to break the mirror - she had never liked them - but she resisted, knowing well that it would only upset Glinda. Glinda, who was doing so much by helping her and Fiyero.
Her dark eyes slowly shifted to a large clock, counting the painstakingly slow minutes as they ticked by, knowing that every one brought her closer to being with Fiyero again.