{flashback} A light in the darkness (Ronan)

by **Ginchoeri** on January 20th, 2012, 8:50 pm

She looked up at him, not that she could see, with a scared look in her eyes, but she figured out what he might want to do, "The.. Zith.. isn't here... ran... far.. to long... for it.. to be close..." she clutched onto his shirt, though she looked absolutely embarassed she didn't want him to leave her with no defences not even her sight.

Though she was scared, she was not so week as to cry, tears were something she had lost along with her family. She wouldn't let that emotion take over her, she took a deep and shuddering breath. she started to think about what she would do after all this was over, she didn't let the possability of dieing cross her mind. She concentrated on the the future. To keep herself awake.

by **Ronan** on January 24th, 2012, 8:58 pm

"I...I'm going to try and help you here," he said quickly, "stay as still as you can Gin."

He gritted his teeth and tore a chunk of material from the sleeve of his shirt. With a measure of speed, he crouched down and began to wrap scraps of the material round the deepest wounds, binding them with do-it-yourself tourniquet's.

"I'm sorry if they're tight. I need to stem the bleeding."

And then he rummaged through his herbs again, butterfly weed, fairy grass, and chamomile. He tore them, spat and mixed them with the saliva, trying to hurriedly create a makeshift salve.

He held them in his hand, close to the earth. Semele... preserve her.

by **Ginchoeri** on February 11th, 2012, 1:48 am

She breathed deeply, starting to feel scared. She heard the rip of cloth and barely felt him tie the tourniquet's.
"Too tight? I don't really feheel hanything." she slurred as she stared blindly in the direction of his voice. Her skin got paler by the second, blood still spilling, though not as much as before. A trickle of blood eased out of her mouth staining her porcelain skin, as she took another shuddering breath, "is... it... jusht.. me... or ish i-it getting ..c-colder?"

by **Ronan** on February 13th, 2012, 12:05 pm

"Uh... no, it's warm. Very warm. Think on the summer sun, and how warm that makes you feel." His voice was desperate, audibly aware of her fading away.

He tipped her head back, and gently tried to coax her into swallowing the concoction of herbs. He could only hope that they would have some reaction - and that the tourniquet would stem the extensive bleeding.

"Think on where you'd like to be most at the moment," he said, trying to get her to keep talking, and therefore retain some semblance of consciousness, "in Endrykas? With your family?" He choked at the last word. Family. A luxury so distant to him now.

by **Ginchoeri** on February 14th, 2012, 9:08 pm

She swallowed the concoction with ease, since she couldn't taste anything anymore, but had a coughing fit and a little blood splattering out of her mouth. She shook as she tried to think of good thoughts. She avoided the subject of being with her parent's thoroughly, that was the one thing she didn't want at the moment. "I... want.. to.. find my..deshtend.. vone.." she slowly closed her eyes and took slow deep breaths.

by **Ronan** on February 17th, 2012, 12:01 pm

Ronan watched as the Kelvic accepted the solution. Hopefully she would start seeing the effects soon. And through conversation, he would try and keep her awake. When she was well enough, he'd try and return her to wherever she came from.

And then he'd return to his life anonymity. He had few friends here, and no family. He could not connect with the others, he thought, that had always been his difficulty.

"Deshtend.. vone?" Ronan frowned, unfamiliar with the words, "tell me about them Gin. Tell me about it."

by **Ginchoeri** on February 26th, 2012, 5:25 pm

Gin giggled at his mix up not knowing that it was actually her mistake that confused him. She had stopped shuddering for now, "Not deshtend vone.. d..destend one." she smirked, she felt a little better. "I want to ... find the.. one person... who will.. love me for me... and not.. anything else." Her eye lids seemed heavy as she let the close over her blue eyes. Seeming calm and relaxed, as if nothing bad was going to happen to her.

by **Ronan** on March 1st, 2012, 10:37 am

He smiled calmly at her words. They made sense, somewhat, in the blurry haze of this moment.

"I actually agree, Gin... perhaps there's someone out there for each of us."

He cradled her head, and noted a little colour was returning to her skin. He could only hope the herbal concoction would work until he managed to get her to the Opal tents.

"Would you feel ready for me to carry you back to town now?"

He lowered his head.

"You need more care and attention than I can give you. But keep thinking on what you said. There's a person for both of us, I'm sure of it."

by **Ginchoeri** on March 24th, 2012, 2:07 pm

She smiled and nodded her eyes still closed. An angelic like air about her. She knew it must be difficult for him too, but he still was helping her, and she was glad for it. She felt that he was uncomfortable around her, but she knew that staying calm about it was the best thing she could do at the moment. She thought about the nice things that have happened to her, her dreams and just how lucky she was. She smirked and opened her eyes slowly, light making it hard to keep them open. 'wait? light? color?' She was in his arms and she looked up at him and whispered, "I can ... see... th...thank you.." Inside she was so excited, what ever was happening it must have been a miracle, but this also scared her, was there something doing this, some god or strange power messing with her. She decided to push that out of her mind.

by **Ronan** on November 1st, 2012, 4:35 pm

OOCI'm sorry, I totally forgot about this thread!

Ronan smiled as Gin croaked that she could see. Small miracles and all that. He was determined for her to survive. Too many had died, especially to the Zith. He had firsthand experience of that.

"Do you think... do you think you can stand up?" He looked at her expectantly, "Not on your own I mean. I'll support you, and you can lean against me."

He wasn't strong enough to simply carry her in his arms all the way back to Endrykas, but he could certainly act as a crutch and support her. He held out his hands for her to take and clamber up.

That moment was strange for Ronan. Some sort of redeeming act. Was this why he had to play the hero? To make up for all those he had lost? He shook his head vigorously, dispelling the thought.

She was still so pale, as white as a sheet. She had lost a lot of blood, he was sure of it. He wished he had more medical training. He only knew a little of the herbs through his mother, but he had never taken the route of a healer. It was a regret, though a niggling minor one.