Keon's eyes flung open.
He stared at the ceiling, his mind lost in a fog.
Slowly, his eyes slid sideways, and fell upon a sleeping figure.
He startled, aware of the person breathing quietly next to him.
A dark-haired man with a scar on his jaw was sitting on a chair, arms crossed across his chest and head lowered, his chin resting on his chest armor.
The stranger's position looks like he was trying to stay awake but fell asleep after some time.
(Where am I?) Keon thought. (What happened? Wait.....armor?) He glaced back at the man, sweat forming from his temples.
Sure enough, he hadn't imagine it. The dark-haired man was wearing dark silver colored armor, from the neck down. The kind of armor.....that could only belong to.....a Shield.
He almost whimpered.
A Shield?! Why was a Shield here!? With him!? He didn't understand; his mind was barely clearing up, but one thing was for sure. He had to get out of here.
Nothing good would come out of being around them. He wouldn't even get a chance to escape, much less live, if he was a target of a Shield.
Keon shivered. Was he going to be tortured?
He sat up.
"Agh-!" Keon hissed at the sharp sting of pain in his side. He clutched it with one hand. What-?
The Shield's eyes snapped open.
Keon froze, every muscle in his body tensing up tightly.
In the blink of an eye, the Shield had Keon trapped and pushed back down on the table.
"Ugh!"
Keon grunted as he fell back down and sucked in a tight breath. The Shield's right elbow was digging into his collarbone and throat, and his other hand pinned Keon's wrist against the table.
The Shield's face was so close that he could feel his breath tickling his face.
"Don't move." He commanded, voice laced with an unspoken threat.
Keon's whole body trembled with fear, his eyes were moistening from the agony burning at his side combined with anxiety and panic. What was going to happen to him?
. . . .
Noshin shot up to his feet at the noise, and saw the boy what looked like to be attempting to get up.
He felt a tick go off in his head, and suddenly he was rushing forward, trying to stop the boy from injuring himself further. He had not even been expected to survive the night, and yet he was already trying to move and make this worse!
He pinned down the boy and brought his face near his, so he would be able to hear him properly, without struggling. "Don't move."
Noshin then felt a slight shaking against him. He looked down at the boy, and blinked in shock.
The boy was trembling against him! Had he hurt him unintentionally??
Noshin let go of the boy, but put his hand on his chest, with just enough force to hold him there without hurting him.
"I'm going to call for the healer to check on your wound," he said, his voice sharp, "Do not move a single inch or I will not hesitate to stab you again."
He removed his hand quickly, and was about to send for the healer when he heard a loud intake of breath, followed by a scream of pure agony.
. . . .
"Don't move a singles inch or I will not hesitate to stab you again."
[DOnT-moVe-HeSITAte-Stabyouagain.]
[stab you again]
[Stab. You. Again.]
Keon gasped, air seeping into his lungs, as he remembered everything that had happened the day before. Disoriented sounds and phrases came to him, as well as a storm of memories crashing down on his mind.
[I stabbed him.]
[Not survive the night.]
[Keon!]
[NO!]
A hot white flash seared into his eyes, and the burning pain crawled onto his hip and waist.
He screamed.
It was unimaginable pain; gnawing stings of agony shot into him, causing him to jerk and thrash. He felt a strong pressure pressing down on his arms and legs.
But he couldn't help it! It felt like something was burning and tearing his flesh apart!
Keon choked on tears, and let out one last strangled cry before he collapsed back on the table, once again unconscious.
Meanwhile, the healer and Shield there stayed quiet, the events of the moment freshly imprinted in their minds.
The Shield breathed heavily, hand still restraining the boy who had previous been violently thrashing. "Healer...? What just happened?"
The healer gulped, and wiped sweat from his brow. "I..I am not entire sure."
He gulped again. "Were there any unusual behaviors the boy was displaying? Or something that may have caused him to....go into such a state?"
The Shield narrowed his eyes in concentration, then answered. "Not that I know of. I just met the boy a day ago. He just suddenly went berserk when I threatened to stab him again."
The healer's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "You what-!?"
"I threatened to stab him again if he moved," the Shield simply repeated, his face impassive.
The healer puts his hands to his face.
"You should not cause patients any anxiety or panic," he mumbled.
Letting his arms drop to his side, he walks closer near the boy. "You can let him go now, I need to recheck his wound."
Reluctantly, the Shield steps aside, letting the healer do his work.
The healer lifts up the boy's shirt, and gasps, his face suddenly pale.
"What is it??" The Shield demands.
"I-it....it's....gone."
"What? What the hell are you mumbling about?" The Shield goes around the healer to take a look at the boy's injury. Except.....now there is no injury.
All that's left in its place is a light skin scar on smooth skin.
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