Father hear your Son
Do the good die young
Did I raise you up, raise you up
Make you Proud
Let the sun go out
Tear the bridges down
I'm on my way, on my way
I'm going home
- Heaven Knows, Five For Fighting
It was like déjà vu of the worst kind, stuck in an old den with a busted leg, waiting for someone to come to his rescue. Except this time no one knew where he was, or what had happened to him. He was going to die here, all alone, and his family wouldn’t know where he’d gone or why he never came home; Is this what happened to everyone else…? Lynx, Oksana, Feyre, Star, Diantha, the list went on and on; Kateri… Stella. All gone without a word, lost forever, reduced to bones somewhere out there. And he would join them. He hadn’t been able to get far from the creek before the blood loss forced him to stop, the world spinning around him and his legs trembling. If the ghost had been following him, he wouldn’t have been able to defend himself, pain swiftly overwhelming him as the adrenaline wore off. In truth, he probably wouldn’t even have noticed, as the nausea finally won out and he emptied his stomach into the grass, dry heaving for several minutes afterwards, shivering with cold sweat. But he wasn’t being followed, at least not yet, and after a short rest, he’d forced himself to go on, limping as far as the Sacred Grove, before he had to give up and seek shelter. He’d intended to stay awake, to watch for any pursuers, but he’d collapsed almost immediately from sheer exhaustion, getting a few hours of blissful rest before the pain woke him up. Since then, he’d been constantly in and out of consciousness, feverish and in so much pain that he’d barely been self-aware, let alone aware of the world around him. Curled up in the very back of what might have once been a wolf den, hidden as well as he was able, he could do nothing but wait and hope his body was able to heal. Now, as the sun rose on the third day, he seemed to have shaken the fever, but that only left him awake to feel the pain even more, and worry about the situation he’d landed himself in – and worry he did. Thoughts ”Speech” |