A/N: Chapter 11 initiated~ It doesn't feel like I've written 10 chapters+ proluge before this O_O
Disclaimer: I will own Grand Chase the day radioactive llamas take over the world. Err... Probably not x_x
Chapter 11: Injuries and Insight
"Lass, let her go! Your squeezing her is making the bleeding worse!" Vague words muddled together in Arme's head, and she could feel the warmth surrounding her fade away. N-no... I'm cold... She was placed on something cool, and all she could recognize was the burning pain in her side. Instinctually she tried to curl into a ball, but was unable to move at all.
"Ronan, help out here with holy inferno! Someone check to see if there are any healers among the survivors, we need all the help we can get!" Sounds blurred together, people speaking rapidly.
"Stay with us, Arme..." Arme tried to make a sound, anything to let them know she was there, could hear what was going on. No sounds came out, no motions registered with her limbs. She was forced to sit silently and listen while the rest of the group followed instructions.
"Someone start a fire, she's getting cold!" A few moments after this instruction was given Arme could feel warmth seep into her skin again. It was tiring, but Arme forced herself to stay in the state of awareness. She was almost certain if she fell asleep something bad would happen. A cool cloth was pressed against the injury on her side, causing great relief and a great sting. She waited quietly while the wound was cleaned out, wavering to unconciousness. I... Know I shouldn't, but... I'm tired... With a last few resistant breaths, Arme found herself lulled into sleep.
"Nnhh...!" Arme burst into a violent fit of coughs as she awoke, shooting up from the place she lay. Pain pierced her body from her side, and her hands flew to the wound as her body buckled over. She felt gauze wrapped tightly over the bite, though her hand still came back with a pink tint. Looking around the room, the purple haired girl realized she was alone. She was in a small bed room that wasn't her own, several layers of gauze and bandages lying on the bedstand next to her. The floor had speckles of red painting it, along with the blanket lying ontop of her. Someone had changed her into her pajamas, though the top had the bottom few buttons undone to make for easier acess to the gauze. A chair sat next to the bed, currently unoccupied. Arme was about to attempt standing when she was pulled into another series of coughs, her hand coming away from her mouth with a smear of blood. She felt dizzy, but it didn't stop her from moving to place her feet on the floor. Standing up was an overly difficult task; anything involving moving her body in that state was bound to cause pain. Gripping the armrest of the chair, Arme heaved herself up and nearly toppled over onto the seat. She looked up; the door was still a decent way away. Deciding to risk it, the purple haired girl pushed away from the chair in a lunge for the door. She managed to grip the handle before she fell, and she used it to pull herself up to rest in the doorway. She twisted the handle and found herself in a living room like area. A small window lay not too far away from it, so she used the wall as a support and carefully made it to the chair placed infront. She collapsed in the chair for a moment, forehead resting on the window sill before she looked out it.
Outside awaited a sight Arme had hoped to avoid. The house was on a small hill covered in green grass, hovering over the burned remains of a village. Arme watched worriedly as people could be seen walking around down below, most sporting shovels and other tools. She waved lazily as one turned to look at the house, meeting eyes with the stranger for a second. He seemed surprised and ran off right after, leaving Arme with a slight frown. Was it that odd to see her awake? She was unable to continue the thought, as the front door to the right of her window burst open moments later. The first to burst in was Elesis, most of the chase filing in after her. The two missing were Amy and Ryan, though Arme couldn't fathom where they were. Elesis twisted around once she was in the room, eyes locking on the small magician.
"You. Bed. Now." She demanded, pointing at Arme.
"But it took me alot of effort to get here!" She protested dully, allowing herself to be picked up by Lass a second later regardless. She found herself back in the bedroom a bit later, the chase staring at her as she smiled guiltily back at them.
"So... Umm..." No one was able to get anything in before Amy shot into the room, flinging herself at the injured girl on the bed.
"Arme! You woke up!' The purple haired girl nodded with a laugh, leaning back on the fluffed up pillows as Amy released her. When she did, the pink haired girl was frowning.
"Never do that again! You almost died, Arme!" Arme sighed, her eyes widening when she remembered exactly what had happened. Tears came to the corner of her eyes as she looked at the rest of the chasers.
"Where's the little girl that was looking for her brother...?" She questioned quietly, avoiding the worried glances sent her direction. Ronan was the first to speak.
"We buried him yesterday. She cried, but I think she was worried about what happened to you." He watched her expression carefully, "Arme, there wasn't anything else you could have done." She closed her eyes, unwilling to voice the protest that was rising in her throat. I could have... I know I could have... Allowing a sigh, she looked back to the group surrounding her bed.
"How many survivors were there?" She asked, her hands folding on her sheets.
"Seventy-six. Over half of their population was wiped out, even with us not all that far away." A remorseful look took over Elesis' face as she told Arme the number, and the mage felt bad for asking.
"Are there any who still need healing?"
"A few, but I can deal with them~ I doubt you could heal right now even if we let you try, Arme." Arme frowned at the comment, looking down at her hands.
"But... What can I do?" She questioned. The group exchanged a glance, with a sigh that let Arme know they didn't really want her to be moving at all.
"Sleep. If you move around, your wound will just open up again. You'll just be a burden." Her eyes flew up to the door way where Lass was standing, his back against the frame as he spoke. He silently left the room a moment later. Arme stared after him helplessly, the tone in his voice sounding oddly hurtful. Amy noticed, and she placed her hand over the injured girl's.
"Don't mind him, Arme. He's still a little sore from the whole Gorgos-nearly-eating-you-and-you-almost-killing-yourself-by-healing thing. He'll get over it soon, hopefully." Elesis blinked suddenly, reaching into her bag.
"Actually, Arme, I think I do have something I need you to do." The chase watched for a moment as she searched her bag, finally surfacing a somewhat crumpled piece of paper. She handed it to Arme, and for a second the girl just stared at it disbelievingly. The sheet in itself took a few seconds for Arme to translate, as it was predictably in Bermesian.
"Grand Chase... Entrance Survey?" At this, the rest of the group gave a light chuckle. Elesis shrugged.
"It arrived by bird yesterday morning. For some reason, the Knight Master makes us each take one. It really doesn't matter what you write, though." She explained. Before Arme could ask anything, there was a loud knock on the door. Elesis stuck her head out the door, yelling something quietly before turning back into the room.
"That's our que to get going, guys. We can't leave all the re-building to Ryan!" With that, all of the chasers aside from Amy and Arme left the room. The magician sighed, setting down the paper.
"Amy... How long have I been out, and what's going on?" The dancer thought for a second.
"Only one day. We actually thought it would be alot longer than that, so the others decided to start helping the town reconstruct while I stayed here and acted as a nurse to you and the other injured people that need their wounds seen to." Arme sighed.
"Which means... How long am I on bedrest for?" Amy leaned back in her chair, her feet barely touching the ground as she held onto the night stand as a support.
"You're healing pretty fast, so... Two or three more days, maybe~ The Gorgos didn't hit anything vital~" The magician sighed in relief, looking over the survey. Amy came to look over her shoulder as she started reading some of the questions out loud.
"Name..." She took a few seconds to scrawl down 'Arme' in Bermesian, biting her lip as she translated the next question. Class... She hesitated for a moment, slowly writing out 'Magician' in the blank. For a moment she stared dully at the next question, wondering exactly how necessary it was. Weapon? She considered for a second writing down 'Scimitar' or something, just to see if they would actually believe her. Sighing and writing 'staff' in the space, she looked down at the next question.
"Birth date..." Writing down 'December 21st' wasn't a great challenge, much to her relief. The numbers in Bermesian seemed to be the same as English. Her eyes widened as she read the next question, and she turned pink as she read it over again. Surely they don't expect me to answer this? Next on the list read 'Most Embarassing Moment'. She tapped her pencil against her lip for a second, debating wether or not to just leave the space blank or actually write. Only thinking of events that had happened in Bermesiah, her mind flew to an incident that had gone on about a week before Ryan had returned to the house.
Out of boredom she had been drawing on her bed, the window left open for the convenience of a certain silver-haired assassin. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried to capture the likeness of Elesis on the paper; sketches of Ronan, Lass, Amy and Jin lying on the bed next to her. Glancing at the window, she sighed. She and Amy had planned to go shopping that day, but in the end the pink haired girl had had to visit somewhere on reccomendation of one of the elders. This left Arme casually dressed and with nothing to do, somewhat hoping the thief would show up and provide amusement. She gasped as a large gust of wind flew into the room and she threw her arms down on the stack of papers lying next to her, a flurry of purple hair flowing in every way obscuring her view and disallowing her from seeing the stack.
When the winds calmed down she opened her eyes, sorting out the papers in her hands. She put them back in order, noticing something amiss. She searched through them again and found, much to her dismay, that the picture she had drawn of Lass was gone. Her eyes grazed the room quickly, no trace of the picture catching her sights. She started to worry as she stood up to look around, placing the other pictures in her dresser to keep them from flying away before something in the window caught her eye. With its white colour at first she had assumed it was Lass, hanging outside her window again. A closer inspection led to the discovery that it was actually the picture, snagged firmly by one of the branches on the tree outside. She looked at it determinedly. It didn't seem as though it would blow away, but the window was Lass' preferred method of entry. She had no doubts that if she left it there, the assassin would find it. There was a chance that that could lead to some odd questions on his behalf, and even though it was fairly explainable Arme didn't feel like going through it that particular day. A light frown set on her face and her tounge sticking out ever the slightest, Arme reached as far out the window as she could. The paper was still several inches from her hands, pulling a frustrated sigh from the magician. With one knee on the window sill, she kept one hand on the frame and the other reaching out toward the paper. Her height disallowed her other foot to touch the ground, and she soon brought it up to join her first leg on the window. Her first foot was placed up on the ledge as she reached further, her hand nearly touching the sheet. She most likely would have reached it, had a silver haired boy not decended on the tree branch in front of her at that particular moment.
"Wah?!" Easily startled, the mage let out a small shriek as she accidentally pushed off with her foot. The momentum propelled her forward for a second, her hand latching onto the picture as gravity began pulling her down. She let out a louder shriek as she felt herself plummeting down, something wrapping around her ankle at the last second and preventing her from falling to an unseemly death. Her eyes flew open and her head swung up, suddenly remembering Lass. As soon as her eyes fell on him she remembered something else unfortunate; due to the plans for an excursion, the magician had been wearing a skirt that day. Her face lighting up like a burner on high, the girl's hand flew to her skirt as she pressed it against her legs, her other still clutching the picture to her chest.
"Ahh! Lass! Put me down!" She yelled, her eyes squeezing shut.
"I can't!" Came the response, "Do you want to fall?!" Her eyes opened again, her head falling to look down as she felt herself being pulled up. Her head spun as she saw the large distance between herself and the ground, making her feel sick and scared.
"Lass! Get me down-- Up-- Get me out of here!" Her voice came out more shrill than she would have liked, eyes unfocused as she looked down. It had been different when she had been stuck on the wall, where she had been given the option of closing her eyes. Suspended in air with only her ankle as a support was terrifying; she felt as though she had no option but to keep her eyes on the ground. By the time Lass had found a way to maneuver her properly onto the branch her misery at him for appearing suddenly while she was half way out a window, knowing she was an extremely accident prone person was overruled by her consuming fear and the need to hold onto something stable. As the tree branch made a sudden quake below her she grasped his shirt tightly, bawling onto his shoulder.
"Lasssss! I was so scared! If you let go of me, I would have fell! And If I fell, I would have died! And if I died--"
"Arme--"
"And-- And--- Wahh!" She gave up on forming a legitimate sentence at that point, clutching him tightly and burying her head further onto his shoulder. She felt herself being released and held on tighter, her eyes squinting.
"D-don't let go!" There was a sigh from the silver haired boy, and Arme felt a hand on her back.
"Arme... You're back in your room already." Her eyes flew open, taking in the pale purple walls from her view over Lass' shoulder. Her face tinting an even brighter red, she shuffled back further on the bed where Lass had set her. He stared at her for a second before leaning back.
"So, what's on that paper that was so important that you'd crawl out a window to retrieve it?" He questioned. She could feel her face burning as she clutched the piece of paper closer to her chest.
"N-nothing!" She watched as his eye brows rose, a smirk coming onto his face.
"If you say so." With that he leapt back out the way he had come, Arme waiting until he had left to straighten out the picture. Her heart stopped for a second as she looked down at the paper, resuming it's obnoxiously hyper beating moments later. She had been holding it the wrong way, the blank side crushed up against her. Lass had had a full view of the image.
"Arme? If you want, I can write for you! I'm sure it's alot easier for me to write in Bermesian--"
"No! N-no thanks!" Arme exclaimed quickly, hands clenching onto the paper as she looked at the pink haired girl. Amy blinked and sat back.
"Well, we kinda need to do a bandage change right now anyway. After that, I need to go out to get some water for washing the wrap~ Someone called me and told me you woke up before I could get it." The magician nodded, placing the survey aside face-down to allow the muse to the bandaging. To her dismay, her top seemed to be slightly tinted pink. With a sigh she pulled off the clasps holding the wrap in place and began to unwind it. The wrap only took a moment to undo, and when Arme had gotten the entire bandage off she felt queasy. The teeth marks in her side were still rather deep, the flesh uneven around the edges. It was odd to look at; she felt like she was seeing something akin to a piece of food, the curve of the Gorgos' mouth imprinted. Arme almost instinctually went to place her hand on it, but the dancer grabbed it before she could.
"Don't heal!" She said hastily. Arme watched her questioningly for a moment.
"Why... Not?" The purple haired girl asked.
"We've heard some terrible things that have happened to magicians who try to heal themselves. It could be because of their energy levels being too low to heal, but... Didn't Elena explain it to you?" Arme shook her head.
"Well... You know how healing works, right?" At this, the magician nodded.
"Your own energy is mixed with mana and introduced into the system of something else. With the extra force driving it, the person's wound heals faster than usual. That's why it still takes time to heal, and is generally called increased regeneration."
"Right~ Now think about it. That energy and mana is already yours, right? That's why even if you don't get any nasty side-effects, it won't work. Of course, there are a few exceptions to that. Heals like mine and Ronan's take from the energy and mana in the air and earth, which allows them to work on the cast as well. They're difficult to use, though. They also don't work as well as a regular heal~" She explained as she reached down to press her hand on the wound. A pink light surrounded her hand, Arme wincing as her side began to sting. When Amy removed her hand the stinging stopped, the teeth dents looking considerably better. Amy grinned.
"It works better when you're awake~!" Arme nodded, watching as another gauze was wrapped around her stomache. When it was firmly in place Amy stood up and stretched.
"I'm gonna go for now~! Good luck with the survey!" She gave a slight wave as she walked out of the room, leaving Arme alone with the dreaded questionnaire. Picking it up again, she glared at the question for a moment before summarizing her predicament under 'Fell out a window'. She moved onto the next question and sighed as she looked at it.
"Is this really necessary? 'Longest time elapsed cooking a single meal'?" After biting her lip and thinking about it, '5 hours' was written next to the question and she moved on. Other such nonsensical questions were there, and by the time Amy returned Arme had answered everything from the generic 'If you were stuck on an island with one other person, who would it be?' to the slightly less generic 'What would you be the most scared to find under your bed in the middle of the night?'. She had just finished penciling in 'Lass' (because she honestly couldn't think of anything that would surprise her more than finding the assassin under the bed) when Amy returned, swiping the survey from her before Arme could realize what had happened.
"Amy!" The muse ignored the purple haired girl, batting away the hand that tried to grab the paper back.
"I've read every one elses, don't sweat it~" She commented as her eyes grazed the sheet, "You fell out a window!?" Arme nodded self-conciously.
"A-are you okay?! That must have hurt!" Her head down and a blush coming back to her cheeks, Arme continued.
"Lass caught me before I hit the ground."
"Ah~" Amy nodded knowingly as she continued reading, her eyes back to the sheet and a grin on her face.
"Yours is way more interesting then Lass' was~" She said as she neared the end of the sheet.
"Hm? What was on his?" Arme asked, curiosity setting in. Amy's smile got wider.
"Well, mostly he left them blank or wrote N/A. The only things he filled in were..." She thought for a second, "Favourite dessert food, Name, class, weapon, and motivation for joining." Arme's curiosity raised as she leaned forward to look Amy in the eyes.
"What was his motivation? And why wasn't his birthday filled in?" There was a silence from the dancer for a second.
"Arme... I'm not sure Lass wants you to know why he joined just yet. And he didn't know his birthday~ We made one up for him, though~ November the 11th!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Arme thought for a second.
"Which means... It's around... The end of January right now?" Amy shook her head.
"Nope! It's closer to..." She blinked, followed by a sigh, "It's near the beginning of April." Catching the worried look on the muse's face, Arme stared for a second.
"Do you dislike April?" At this Amy looked up with a small smile.
"Ah, it's not that. It's... Nothing, probably." She stood up again, ignoring the questioning glance of the magician.
"But--"
"Lass may have been harsh when he mentioned it, but he was right in that you need rest right now. The messenger bird should still be in the barn, I'll give the survey to him while you get to sleep. Until I say so you're on bed rest, so don't get up!" She walked out of the room before Arme could ask anything else or repeat her question, leaving the magician staring at the door. She would have stood up to follow the pink haired girl if Lass' earlier words hadn't come back to her at that moment. You'll just be a burden. Thinking about it made her feel pathetic and she curled up tightly on the bed to stare at the wall, waiting impatiently for sleep to take her.
She awoke the next morning to the sound of hammering, her eyes squinting as she sat up. Amy was asleep in the chair next to her, one of the gauze wraps resting on her lap. The door was still left open a crack, allowing Arme a slight view of the next room. No one was out there, but the sunlight shone brightly in. Her hand rested experimentally on her abdomen for a moment before she cautiously scooted to the end of the bed, placing her feet on the floor silently. Her wound felt much better than the previous day, hardly hurting as she snuck out of the room quietly to avoid waking the muse. She needed minimal support from the door frame as she got a better view of the area. Outside the window were several groups of people with wooden beams, carrying them out of Arme's view. Her stomache gave a large rumble at that point, reminding her that she hadn't eaten at all the previous day. With a sigh she turned to where she had noted the kitchen the previous day... Only to see Lass sitting at the table, staring back at her as a bowl of something-or-other sat neglectedly on the surface infront of him. Well, damn. She gave a slow wave as she moved cautiously back to the door of the bed room, her eyes staying on him. He stared evenly back, and for a moment Arme was wondering if he even really knew it was her. Her stomache gave another uncomfortable growl, and she sighed as she pulled open the door. A light sound distracted her and she turned back to the kitchen, where the assassin was no longer sitting. He was standing nearly infront of her, his hand enclosing around her wrist and walking her to the table.
"Sit." The silver haired boy demanded. Arme followed the command, not quite sure of what was going on. From what she had experienced, Lass was still mad at her. The thought made Arme wince, leaning forward on the table to rest her head on her hands as she turned to the counter to watch Lass. He was standing at the fridge, peering in for a moment before closing the door and walking over to the cupboard. When he had pulled something out of it he reached down into one of the lower cupboards, pulling out a pot. Arme watched interestedly as he filled the pot with water, placing it on the stove once it was about half full. Neither said a word as the water came to a boil, Arme still trying to figure out exactly what Lass was making. Her eyes shut gingerly, and before she realized what had happened there was a clinking sound, alerting her that something had been placed on the table next to her. She looked up to find a bowl of ramen sitting on the table before her, Lass having resumed his previous seat.
"Thank you..." She mumbled as she sat up in her chair and rubbed her eyes. The silver haired boy didn't reply, simply watching as the purple haired girl reached for the fork lying next to her bowl. She ate quietly, glancing over to where Lass sat. He was watching her intensely, his hands crossed over his chest. The scrutiny made Arme feel slightly uncomfortable, but when she began eating and realized exactly how hungry she was she was able to block out his stare.
"You're going to get hiccups if you eat too quickly." He informed her when there was no sign of the magician slowing down. She looked up, surprised to even hear him speak at that point. The assassin was no longer looking at her, his attention drawn disinterestedly to the wall. Even though it was mentioned offhandedly, Arme felt guilt well up in her at his concern. Her eyes downcast, she remembered yelling at him the previous day. Even though he was just saving me from death... She opened her mouth with full intent to speak, apologize, anything, but when she looked up at him her words died in her throat and her eyes fell down to the table again. Where to even begin...? She began to stir her food around, watching the noodles spiral. Her mouth opened again, but before she could make a comment a hiccup bubbled up and out of her throat. Her eyes widening, the purple haired girl blushed embarrasedly. She glanced up to where Lass was, a small smile brought to her face when she realized he was chuckling. She continued eating her ramen, paying attention as he sighed.
"You need to... Be more careful." He murmured quietly, yet again causing Arme to feel guilty. Her eyes shutting, she spoke before she could have a chance to back down.
"L-Lass... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did... I just made you worry unnecessarily." She finally looked at him, noticing immediately that he had removed his glance from the wall to look back at her.
"How would you feel now if you hadn't tried, though?" She bit her lip for a second, thinking it over.
"Pretty depressed," She finally admitted, "But still... I made you worry...." She repeated quietly. The silver haired male stood up and shrugged, putting his own bowl on the counter.
"It's nothing unusual, Arme. You're like some kind of walking danger zone. I'm surprised you weren't dead before I met you, seeing how many life-or-death situations you've been in the last month." Arme frowned indignantly at him.
"Hey! I'm not that bad! Name one time in the last month I would have died if someone wasn't with me!" She demanded.
"The first time I met you, anmon soldiers surrounding us?" He supplied, blinking at her slowly. Arme thought over it for a second.
"That was once!"
"You were almost raped by that guy the first time we entered the town, You nearly fell onto the grinder when you came with me to the weapons shop to get my simitar sharpened, you fell asleep at the table after leaving a large pot of oil on the stove, you fell out a second story window featuring a stone path below, You nearly fell into a pool of lava, and you were almost eaten by a gorgos. Those are the ones I can think of at the moment, but I'm certain there were more than that." He listed. Arme blushed, finishing off her soup.
"You have no proof that guy wanted to rape me." Was her comeback after two minutes of silence. The thief stared at her for a moment disbelievingly, waiting until he was certain she wasn't going to pull back the claim before speaking.
"I think I'm just going to let that one slide." He responded, taking her bowl once it appeared she was done with it. When it was placed on the counter he turned back to look at her, the mood in the room much lighter than it had been minutes prior. Lass sighed and looked at her again.
"I have to go back out and help, can I trust you to stay in bed?" He questioned. Arme nodded with a smile, another hiccup coming up.
"I did tell you." The silver haired boy reminded her, watching as the purple haired girl stood up, using the table as a prop. He watched concernedly as she managed to take a few shaky steps, taking a step toward her. Arme turned her head to glance at him, a smile still on her face.
"I'll be fine, Lass!" She grinned, her steps deciding to fail her at that exact moment. Her knees buckled below her as she looked back at his surprised expression, and she highly doubted she could convince him she could get back to her room on her own if she wanted to. She resignedly allowed herself to be picked up by him a moment later, looking at him with a sorry expression.
"Thanks." She said quietly, swaying lightly as the door to her room was pushed open. Amy still sat inside, her eyes closed. Lass sighed.
"Seriously, Arme. For some reason I doubt Amy's going to be watching you very attentively, so just stay in bed."
"I will!" She exclaimed, trying not to wake the dancer as she was laid back down carefully on the bed. Running a hand through his hair, the silver haired boy looked down at her.
"I'll be counting on it." With that, he turned and left the room silently as ever. Arme watched until he was gone, then rested her head back down on the pillow. She stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, not feeling quite tired enough to fall asleep.
"Aww! Lassie's so nice to you~!" Arme nearly had a heart attack as she heard a voice, sitting up immediately. It was apparently too fast for her injury, and she could feel the strain on the newly healed skin. Her head turned to see Amy leaning forward to look at her, large pink eyes staring inquisitively at her.
"A-Amy!" She gasped quietly. Amy nodded, a smile on her face. Her brows furrowed as she looked at Arme's stomache, and Arme soon followed her gaze down. She groaned when she noticed the deep red seeping into the gauze, and looked at the pink haired girl appologetically.
"You opened it up again!" The girl stated, looking at her worriedly, "Lie back, I need to change the bandages~" Arme complied quietly, her eyes closing. They only opened when Arme could feel the pressure of the bandages gone, and she looked down to assess the damage. Three of the teeth marks were bleeding parfusely, the others a rather red tinge. Amy gave a relieved sigh.
"Okay, it's not so bad. Does it hurt?" She questioned, her hand hovering over the burn again. Arme shook her head; the area where the bite was had gone completely numb.
"That's good... Hopefully it hasn't hurt the regeneration below the surface too badly." Arme looked at her questioningly.
"Below the surface?" Amy nodded.
"I said the gorgos didn't hit anything vital and that was true, but... It was eerily close. You were still bit pretty deeply, and his teeth were pressing up against some of your organs. If we hadn't done some healing near your stomache there was a good chance it would have ripped, and that... Well, it wouldn't have gone very well. I'm not trying to worry you or anything, but for about a week or so try to refrain from hasty movements. Since you travel with Lass I figured it wouldn't be too much of a problem for us to leave when your outer wounds were gone, but if you don't think you can do it just tell me! I'm sure everyone would understand, and I'm certain Lass will be pretty upset if something bad happened~!" She grinned at the last part, lifting her hand away to look satisfiedly at her handiwork. The three open wounds were nearly healed over, and the others seemed to have lost their overly red qualities. Arme blushed again, sighing as Amy wrapped the gauze back around her.
"I'm sure Lass would be upset if anyone else had something bad happen to them as well!" She reminded the dancer. Amy nodded in agreeance, clasping the gauze tightly.
"He would; we all would. Still, I can't help thinking that if anyone else was sick he probably wouldn't make them food~" She smiled as she finished with the wrap and leaned back in her chair, Arme too tired to protest.
A/N: Short chapter! Lots of dialogue! Nothing happened! I'm thinking... Filler! I wonder what Amy is hinting at? Perhaps we'll find out in the next chapter! (and perhaps not xD) Please review! They make me uber-happy!
-Utsuro
P.S. I doubt half of those things would have killed Arme, but they sure sound painful enough O.o