{"id":3877,"date":"2019-02-20T00:00:20","date_gmt":"2019-02-20T05:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3877"},"modified":"2019-02-19T09:34:17","modified_gmt":"2019-02-19T14:34:17","slug":"eleven-07-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3877","title":{"rendered":"Eleven – 07"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Seamus’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cSeamus.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice came like a beacon in the fog, but a distant one, muffled and echoing. He started to claw his way toward it but the moment her voice faded, he was lost again. Alone.<\/p>\n

It was too warm and too cold at the same time and everything hurt. If he went deeper into the misty gray around him, he knew it would go away. But she wasn\u2019t there. Going deeper meant being alone.<\/p>\n

There was a vague sensation of shaking, centered on one shoulder, the one where an arrow had only grazed him, not lodged or worse. Seamus sucked in a breath, twitching slightly.<\/p>\n

Leinth\u2019s voice, again: \u201cSeamus<\/em>.\u201d The urgency clawed at his heart. He swallowed hard, latching on to the sound and the sensation, dragging himself through the mist and fog until his eyes blinked open to the dim lamplight and the sight of her face. Her brow was creased, her jaw taut, eyes pleading, worried. Weakly, he reached one hand for her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough,\u201d he whispered. \u201cEnough, I\u2019m awake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot a moment too soon,\u201d Leinth said, her hand capturing his to press and hold it against her cheek. Her fingers were warm and he exhaled a quiet breath, sagging slightly.<\/p>\n

Everything hurt<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m getting too old for heroics.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d he asked as his senses started to slowly return. Even as the words faded, he started to feel it. He knew<\/em>. \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Leinth said. \u201cOh<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014\u201d he stopped himself, swallowing hard. Thoughts tumbled over each other, a jumble that was hard to untangle enough to make sense of.<\/p>\n

Slowly, he started to push himself upright. Muscles screamed and joints protested. His jaw set. Leinth\u2019s arm slid behind his shoulders, steadying him.<\/p>\n

\u201cCareful,\u201d she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat won\u2019t help us now, will it?\u201d he threw back the covers. \u201cI need my clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d Leinth kissed him gently and let go. He watched her as she crossed the floor to start digging something out of the drawers. He slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m getting too old for this, but there are some things that they shouldn\u2019t have to face alone.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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