A/N: Alright everybody this is really kind of a filler chapter. I am in the middle of Finalz right now and thats why I haven't posted in forever. Thank you for sticking with me. I can't wait to hear what everybody thinkz.
Tem's Point Of View
I moaned and started to sit up and stopped because of the pain ripping through me. I inhaled deeply, gathered my wits and slowly looked around. I was lying on one of three cots within a smaller, modern looking tent. The front flaps were open and I could hear, and smell a fire from outside. To my left was the tent wall, in the middle was the cot where Leigha was laying.
I sat up quickly when I did a double take on Leigha, and yet totally regretted it instantly. My head spun and I felt as if I might pass out. I closed my eyes and waited until my surroundings stopped spinning.
I took a step forward so I was at her bedside. Her long hair was spread across the pillow. There was a cut on her right cheek, it looked as if it wouldn't heal, kind of wet and fresh. At least it didn't looked infected.
I gently lifted the blanket that was covering her to check for wounds, but there were none. And yet I was sure she wasn't just sleeping, she looked unconscious to me, and I had see her both asleep and unconscious enough to know the difference. I covered her back up.
On the far right was another cot, that I assumed was Mathew's, and at the bottom of his bed was a small dresser. Alwark rested on top in what looked like a little cat bed. The dresser had a small mirror resting on it, as well as my cloak, and I headed over to it.
As I picked up my cloak I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The only difference that I could see my face was the fact that I was mildly paler than usual. I snapped Leigha's pendent around my neck and stepped outside the tent.
Mathew was sitting on a large, long log pocking a stick into the red, hot crackling fire. He started when I lumbered out, ducking as to no hit my head on the tent flaps. When Mathew's eyes met mine, at first there was remorse in them; as if I wasn't the one he really wanted to come out of the tent; that pasted quickly and a smile of relief crossed his face. "Thank gods you're awake."
I nodded and sat next to the man that I had to deal with for the next couple weeks. The guy bugged me. He was so, with it, never confused or worried just there. I saw the way Leigha watched him, examining every move, as if she never wanted to see anything else.
Snapping out of those hateful thoughts I asked, somewhat sharply, "What happened? Last I remember you yelled at Leigha to get to the portal. Why is she unconscious?"
Mathew looked confused for a moment and then muttered, "Leigha, who- Oh," his voice grew stronger, "Alexa, well." And he proceeded to tell me all the parts of our journey that I had been mentally absent from.
I rubbed the spot where he told me I got slashed absent mindlessly. There was no reminder of the wound that almost killed me, the wound that might kill my best friend. That brave stupid stobborn girl. She risked her life to save my arse. I was going to have to talk to her about this when she woke up, if she woke up. The fate of many realms rested on her shoulders, she couldn't just go around saving worthless mortals. Like me.
"How long as she been out?" I asked, long after he finished his story.
"4 and a half days."
"Damn." A pause. "What are the chances she won't wake up?" I asked this very reluctantly, knowing I didn't want to hear the answer.
He met my eye, looking sad and helpless, those feelings, I know, we reflected back at him. "I don't know." His voice was barely about a whisper. He turned his head and continued to stare into the fire.
I inhaled sharply and tried to loose myself in the bright dancing shapes.
After about a half-hour of silence Mathew looked over at me, thoughtfully. "You love her. Don't you?" It seemed like a rhetorical question to me but I still felt the urge to answer, to correct him.
"I'm not a typical teenage who thinks I know when love is, cuz I don't. I know that I am totally attached to her and I would be so ripped up if she.....didn't wake up; I mean, she's my best friend." I looked over at him, anger flaring through me. "If you so much as think about breaking her heart or getting together with her, your head-"
"Dude, If I even, I mean...Look. Me and Alexa together is messed up, on so many different levels. I get the whole 'best-friend-but-I-could-never-let-you-go' gig."
I inhaled, not regretting my blow up, and understanding the fact that this guy was here for friendship and duty only.
The fire has started to die down, causing me to shiver and stand. "I'll go get some wood so the fire keeps burning throughout the night." He nodded, looking eerie as the red glow of the fire flickered across his face.
"I'll make some of the elven porridge. It gives you thee most amazing sleep, and when you wake up you feel as if you will never be tired again. We will fall asleep as soon as we drink it, and hopefully in the morning," He glanced pointedly at the tent, "we will be able to leave." He glanced at me and added on, as an after thought, "Make sure to leave your hood on the whole time you are out, that way no one can see you."
I nodded, pulled my hood on, and headed out of the protective circle.
As I wandered through the woods I let despair overwhelm me for a moment. I knew that if I didn't let it out on my own account I would fall apart, and I didn't need that to happen. Especially in front of Leigha.
I refused to let a tear fall from my eyes; never the less I felt as if a black cloud had swooped in and swallowed me whole. I let this black cloud surround me as I gathered a large armful of sticks and one rather large log, that I thought might burn through the night, long and slow.
Once I couldn't carry anymore, and I thought I had enough, I stared back toward the camp, pushing away the black cloud with each step I took. I began to build my defenses around my mind again, thinking of the girl who might die, because she saved me.
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