Warning: mild gore
Tauriel opened her eyes. There was no pain anymore. She looked around. She was in a vast, dark wilderness. She could hear laughter and music coming from somewhere, but she couldn't tell where. She turned around in a circle, but still couldn't see anyone. She could see little circles of light. She didn't know who the people were, in them but each group in the circles seemed to be related, like a family. She was struck by a sudden longing for her family. Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind her. Her Nana's voice.
"Tauriel, winima tinu, we are over here." Caladwen, Tauriel's Nana, called. She was standing at the edge of a circle of light behind Tauriel, near what seemed to be a door. She opened it, and light spilled out, illuminating the path from the elfling to the door, and Tauriel's shadow spread long in the beam of light. Tauriel squinted in the bright light, but could make out the figures of Morcion, her Ada, and Benion, her brother. Tauriel ran towards the door, a huge smile on her face. "Nana! Ada! Benion!" she called, her pace increasing as her hair blew in the wind of her own making as she ran to her family. She was so happy, so incredibly happy, she had her family again! That was the only thing that she wanted, and now she had them, and now she could be happy again! She ran into her mother's arms, and her whole family crushed her in a hug.
Sanewen exited Tauriel's room. Her hands were still stained red with Tauriel's blood, though she had done her best to rid herself of the elfling's blood. She was exhausted. Sanewen had first entered the room five hours ago, to find the blankets stained with a pool of blood and Tauriel lying limp in the middle of it. Sanewen had dropped the breakfast tray she was carrying in shock, and ran to the elfling's bedside. She immediately checked for a pulse. It took her nearly a minute to find it, though she was an experienced healer. Tauriel's chest still rose and fell, though slightly, and so slow as to be nearly imperceptible.
"Vanya!" Sanewen cried sharply. She needed help, and fast if she were to save the elfling's life.
"What is it?" Vanya asked, as she entered the room. Once she did, no more words needed to be said. A small squeak of surprise and fear came from Vanya, and her eyes were wide. It was obvious that the elfling was near death, if not already dead.
"Is-is she alive?" Vayna asked, her voice trembling for fear of what had happened to the elfling.
"Barely." Sanewen said, her voice and expression grim. "Get me warm water, cloths, bandages, soap and calendula. A needle and thread too, and hurry. I'm going to get these blankets off of her and see if there's anything I can do." Vanya was halfway out the door by the time Sanewen had finished speaking.
Sanewen pealed the blankets off of Tauriel's limp frame. The elfling's sunken stomach was covered in blood that was still secreting out of her wound. The young elf had somehow gotten ahold of a knife and reopened her wound. Sanewen reached out and grabbed a pair of scissors that Vanya had placed on a table near the bed that also contained the supplies that Sanewen had asked for. Water was heating on the hearth in the far end of the room. Sanewen carefully clipped the bandages from both sides of the elfling's waist and lifted them off, not daring to move the elfling. She took one of the cloths and dipped it in the water, and washed the blood off of the elfling. More blood was emerging by the second, but at least Sanewen had some idea of what was going on.
The neat stitches that Sanewen had put in weeks earlier had been ripped apart, and the wound made larger, and deeper then before. Sanewen did not relish the thought of having to piece together the elfling's organs, but fortunately she did not have to. The would was deep, and had caused a lot of blood loss, but none of her organs were damaged, and the elfling was alive, for now.
Sanewen instructed Vanya to make a paste out of the calendula to help stop the bleeding. Once Vanya had handed her it, Sanewen spread the herb paste on the wound. The bleeding slowed slightly, but did not stop. Sanewen washed the torso of the elfling once more, and proceeded to stitch the elfling back up. She bandaged the elfling once more, and prayed that her efforts would succeed.
winima tinu = little star
Hi! It's been a while. Just so you know, the hiatus notice still applies. This is my release fic, aka when I need to get things out of my head I write this fic, so I haven't entirely stopped updating, they're just going to be irregular. Sorry about the cliffhanger...kinda. Anyways, if you want to know what happens, PM me. I won't spoil anything in the A/N because not everyone likes spoilers. I'm not too good with the medical stuff so I probably got things way wrong, let me know if you can provide any insight! Remember to review, favorite, and follow! Starship T.A.R.D.I.S. out!