This story is OOC, so please keep that in mind while you read this.
The light of the hospital was a soothing sight for the awaking Ionian. Twice in two days she had been knocked unconscious. At least the first one was merely to avoid the severe boredom that would arise from looking at the ceiling of a dark train car for three days while on her way to the league of legends. And now she was laying here because she had taken a knife meant for a Noxian with her own body. Why would she have done that? And above all that, she did it for Riven? The same Noxian who had slaughtered legions of her people when the Noxians invaded? Why didn't she simply let Talon stab her instead of taking the blade for herself? She felt almost no emotions towards her beside a slight sense of friendship, if she'd even humor herself and call their relationship that. Was it because Riven had saved her life the day before? She pushed the thoughts aside and sat herself upright and looked around her. The walls were a dull shade of grey, and the only notable thing about them was the way the light bounced off of it and lit up the room. Small speckles of light danced around the room as the criss-cross pattern in the window shuttered in the breeze. The room was warm, but she felt cold. The bed she currently laid in was a small one. Two blankets kept her covered and one small white pillow protected her head. She pushed against the spindles at the foot of her bed and laid herself against the wall behind her. The design of the bed wasn't comfortable, but she could tell why. She had been out for a while. A few days at the least. She heard the sound of her door opening just behind the curtain that separated her sight from the door. Moments later, a man who she presumed to be a doctor walked around the corner with a warm, comforting smile across his face.
"Good evening Miss Irelia. Is everything going well for you right now?
"Other than the fact that I was just stabbed a few days ago, I'd dare say I'm doing rather well. Thank you for asking doctor."
"Good to see that your sense of humor didn't take the blunt of the injury. Are you feeling any pain or uneasiness at this point? Do you feel any pain in your stomach or head?"
Irelia placed her hand down the sheets and on her stomach and felt a wad of what felt like gauss bandages. They were soft to the touch, and felt like a very loose fabric that rose and fell with every breath. It extended from just above the waist to about halfway up her chest. "Not that I can tell right now, but I don't like the amount of gauss that I have on me. Doctor how bad was I hurt?"
The doctor's warm smile faded the moment her lips closed, and he looked down at his note pad. He looked up seconds later with a smile, but not as warm or as comforting as the one his face bore moments prior.
"Irelia, I don't want to scare you when I say this, and please don't get angry or afraid when I say this." He hesitated for a moment as he searched for the right words. "Right now, you shouldn't be here."
"What was that supposed to mean? Was I supposed to recover faster?"
"Irelia, I'm going to put this bluntly alright? There isn't any way any of us could think of that would've allowed you to live through that dangerous of a stab."
The words didn't hit her as hard as they should have. Irelia had already been in this situation at the placidium. She'd almost died, but she had her life saved by the star child herself. "It really couldn't have been that bad doctor. Are you sure you aren't over exaggerating a little bit?"
"Not in any way. The knife went in deep, and the only reason that it stopped was because the hilt of the blade stopped it. It was a lethal stab to even the vast majority of the population here." The doctor's warm and comforting smile returned. "You're really something else Irelia. I can see what the talk of everyone around here says so."
"You're not the doctor who was with me this whole time?" She asked confused. "Wouldn't the one doctor be in charge of his patient the entire time?"
"You were operated upon, and placed in here. Nurses rolled you over every day to make sure that you didn't develop blisters or what have you, but you never really had a doctor, or any medical equipment attached to you. For the first seven days, we thought you were dead, but pleas of a special person who chose to go unnamed managed to convince us otherwise. I'm really the first doctor who has come in here and checked up on you. You practically healed yourself. That's what Soraka told us to do anyways. And you came through in the end."
"The person who you're talking about, was her name Riven by any chance? Also, how long was I out for?"
The doctor joked around for a little bit. "Now Irelia, they chose to go unnamed for a reason. Telling you what their name was would just be cheating now wouldn't it? And you were out for about one and a half weeks. It was quite a long sleep that you had there."
"It's alright doctor. I know that it was Riven. Could you do me a favor and get her for me? I'd like a word with her. If it doesn't inconvenience you in any way, of course?"
I'm not going to bother beating around the brush Irelia. I'll go get her for you. Also, you might want to give that blade of yours a little attention. From the nurses notes here he hasn't left your side since you got here, and they couldn't get you two apart with anything they had."
And with that, the doctor left as quickly as he had arrived, the door closing behind him. To the right of her bed, her four sided blade sat, ready and waiting at her side, hovering in the air. Seeing as she was out for the last week and a half, she admired its determination. It hovered at the same spot, never wavering from its location. She imagined it lifting and dropping to her legs, and that it did. It rested itself softly just above her kneecaps just as the door re-opened. The doctor appeared with the Noxian woman, whose red eyes seemed warn out and heavy.
"Are you still doing alright Irelia? I see that you and your blade are still one person. That's a positive sign. That just shows that you have no apparent brain damage as well. Injury to the brain most likely would've caused that link to falter. Do you feel you can control it just as well as before you had sustained your injury?"
Her blade rose back into the air and floated around the room for a few moments before returning back. It came to rest just beside her head, suspended in the air.
"I'm going to take that as a yes then." The doctor spoke with a happy charm. "You are really something else Irelia. But I guess I'd better let you and Riven have that conversation you asked for. If you need anything, just pull the chord to your left and we'll be notified. Do you need anything else before I leave?" Irelia gave the doctor a small shake of her head. "Then I'll be off. You get better soon; you've come way too far now to not make it." And with that, the doctor left, leaving the two soldiers alone in the room together.
"I see that you're awake now Irelia. I knew you'd wake up."
"You're not the kind of person who likes formal introductions huh Riven? And yes, I am awake. No thanks to you of course." The words left her lips before she had the chance to think about saying them. The Noxian didn't seem really affected by the comment, but her next sentence showed it had.
"I know that I'm the reason you're in a hospital bed right now Irelia. I almost got you killed. Does that make you feel any better about yourself? Does it make you feel like you accomplished something?"
"I didn't mean it that way. I'm just angry that I'm stuck in a hospital bed after my first day of being here. You get what I mean right?"
"It's alright Irelia I'm not going to get mad at you for hurting my feelings. It is my fault that you're lying here right now in a hospital bed." She locked eyes with the Ionians. "You're a great person, you know that. You stuck by Lux's side when I got worked up, and you're not holding a grudge. That takes a special kind of person."
"Oh you think I'm going to let this slip past unnoticed and keep going on my merry way? You're so deceived Riven." The guilt spread across the Noxians face in waves. Her eyes and mouth sagged, her posture slumped.
"I should've guessed. I thought we could start over as friends. Get a clean slate you know?"
"There's no shame in thinking that Riven. But I almost died for you. You're a Noxian. You tried to … No I take that back. You did kill many of my people. That isn't something that I can so easily forgive and forget Riven. I know what you've done is in the past, but I don't know if I can forgive it."
"You do hold a grudge I guess. I don't really know the real you do I? I thought you were a lot calmer and collected than this."
"And I thought that you weren't so mushy and weak on the inside Riven. What has gotten into you? You butchered legions of soldiers like a mindless pawn! Why are you going to soft on me now! We're enemies! Not friends!"
A wave of red struck over the Noxian and she raised a hand to cover her eyes. "Irelia, what has gotten into you? A week and a half ago you were someone I could respect. Now you're lashing out at me?"
"Why am I laying here right now Riven? Do you know who I caught that blade for?"
The Exiles hand moved away from her eyes, revealing her saddened but angered eyes. "Are you saying that if I was to put you back into that situation again, you would have just let me there to die? Why did you even try to save me in the first place! Why wouldn't you just let me die?"
The words carried the might of a stampede of horses. Why did she go up there and save her? The Noxian that stood before her could have been dead instead of her being bedridden for she didn't even know how long. She'd butchered so many Ionians for the better of Noxus, and would've killed her had she have had the choice. Her throat began to swell up with the anger she was beginning to feel.
"I wish I could answer that question, but I don't think that either one of us would want to hear the answer to it. How about you just" was all she managed to say before the Noxian was upon her, with her lips pressed to hers. The heat and pressure left as soon as it had arrived, and the woman headed for the door. She managed to turn around with blushing cheeks. "Come find me when you get better alright?" Before the Ionian had the chance to open her lips in response, the door hit the border. Her right hand rose to her lips as she felt the un-normal warmth the Noxian had left. Her blades still waved through the air, watching over her, although it had made no attempt to attack Riven. It couldn't attack without her usage, but it could at least pushed Riven away. And her blade knows all that Irelia knows. She was unsure whether the feeling was good or bad. Or both.
"Emotions are so twisted." She laughed to herself in the now empty room before dozing back off to sleep in the hospital bed.