A thousand appologies.
Thank you for sticking it out with me :)
The muse has returned.
By the time Galinda had led Elphaba to the center of her extravagantly large garden, the green woman had attempted to slip away once and had tried distracting Galinda several times. Glinda, who knew that there were finally no more distractions or loopholes worth waiting for, wasn't having any of it, however. She held Elphaba's hand in her own, and led her to her deemed 'appropriate' and quiet area of the garden.
Upon arriving, Glinda glided over to a shaded bench and sat down elegantly, looking up at Elphaba with an impatient expression.
Elphaba sighed, and took a step towards Glinda. This proved to not be a smart choice, for as she did, sunlight shone upon the left side of her body, highlighting her blood-soaked shoulder.
Glinda's jaw dropped; her eyes seemed to be glued to the wound. Elphie had lied to her!
Elphaba, realizing what had happened, quickly sidestepped, then continued walking towards the blonde. Once she was at the bench, she sat on the left of Glinda to somewhat hide her shoulder. The woman kept her eyes on her lap, not able to look her friend in the eye.
But she could speak. "You wanted an explanation? Well, about a mo-"
Glinda placed her hand on one of Elphaba's, looking at her with sad eyes. "Elphie, you're hurt? Let me see." She got up from the bench, and circled Elphaba, coming up on her left side, frowning in annoyance when the green woman tried to move away from her.
"Glinda, I told you before, it's Fiyero's blood-"
"Then this shouldn't hurt," Glinda interrupted, and placed her hand on the wound.
Elphaba flinched away from the blonde, her teeth showing as if she were an Animal, in a grimace. "Don't. Touch. Me."
Glinda nodded briskly. If the situation hadn't just turned frightening once again, there would have been a smug smirk on her face once again. "That's what I thought, Elphie. Come on, I can live in bliss for a while longer. Your health is the priority here." She grabbed Elphaba's hand, and pulled the taller woman to her feet.
Elphaba's protests were mild. "No, it isn't. That's why-"
Glinda sighed as she heard a no, and then interrupted once again. "I won't try to change your mind, but think of it this way. When Fiyero wakes up, don't you want to be the image of health for him? It will help him if he doesn't have to worry about you."
Elphaba glared down at Glinda, but didn't speak. Her wordlessness acted as permission, and Glinda began walking out of the garden, Elphaba being pulled along right behind her. Even though it wasn't the time, Glinda couldn't help but smile. She knew exactly how to get Elphaba to do what she wanted, and that was to mention Fiyero.
She would wait to hear the explanation.