The Twenty Second Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: You
When: Day 49, Morning
Where:

The entrance today is a huge, ornate stone archway. A gossamer veil glittering like starlight upon water hangs inside it, fluttering as if caught in a gentle breeze. It's impossible to say what might lie beyond; even if you walk around the other side — and it's perfectly possible to do so — you just see the same thing.

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[voreaciously]

[she knows]

H..elp him...lost [she coughts] blood. So much...blood.

[awakenerd]

Got it. What about you? How can I help?

[voreaciously]

[......]

...I am fine....

[sure is a thing she just said.]

[awakenerd]

...



Okay. Here.

[Tearing his sweater up to start bandages.]

[voreaciously]

I said... [she is going to forcibly sit up and cough up more blood, but she will wipe it away with the back of wet, gloved hand.]

that I am fine.

[awakenerd]

I heard you.

[Attempting to apply bandages.]

[voreaciously]

Then go help him. I do not need....any.

[she hisses a little at the bandages being applied but she's forcing herself up]

[awakenerd]

[Following, still trying to gently wrap her wounds.]

[voreaciously]

I said go. Why will you not listen?

[awakenerd]

Once you're bandaged I will.

[voreaciously]

[she is finding her voice more as time passes. The fits have stopped thankfully, she just needs to worry about the pain.

It still hurts but it's just one stab wound. It's whatever.]

I said I am fine. Bandaging me is pointless. Even if I bleed to my last, I will yet function.

[because that is the important part.

yeah why is her blood red anyway]

[awakenerd]

[Tying another bandage as he basically gently ignores her protests.]

Can you heal yourself or do you need outside assistance for that?

[voreaciously]

[she, after a moment and with a shuddering hand, tears the bandages from her body and fixes them so that his shirt is whole again.]

I can take care of myself.

[that is just going to take some time and maybe she just doesn't care enough to do it right now.]

[awakenerd]

[He whistles, genuinely impressed with the shirt trick, then starts treating it again.]

The thing is, I have to assume you really want my company. And for me to keep tending to you.

[voreaciously]

[you know what.

she whispers words in French and fixes his shirt and also makes it SUPER FUCKING DURABLE!!!!!! NO MORE TEARING!!!]

You are mistaken. We do not get along.

[i.e. she doesn't get along with him.]

I said I am fine. I only got stabbed once.

[and she's missing a lot of skin but whatever]