It’s all a matter of waiting. Which happens to be the thing I am worst at.
It’s like that time with Chase; the only thing I can do is sit there and watch on. There’s only helplessness.
And hate. That too.
Daniel’s shivering all the time, and his face is drained of any colour, except for a bright red near his right eye. Right now there’s a bandage wrapped around his head, covering the wound, but I still feel sick, knowing what’s underneath it…
“The eye must be removed,” Jhaq had told me. “It’s been too badly damaged, Daniel would no longer be able to use it.”
Later, someone I assumed to be the physician gave me a much more gory description. The eye had been sliced straight down the middle, whoever attacked him got him straight in the eyeball. His words made everything seem so much worse, I had already felt uneasy at the sight of Daniel; hearing the doctor’s words made my stomach churn.
“What else has been done?” I asked Jhaq.
She just shook her head. “Have you cleaned it?” I probed. “Have you given him water? Please, tell me!”
“We’ve cleaned it, Miss Madigan,” she reassured me hurriedly. “And he’s been given food and water, but…” Her voice trailed off.
I tried to understand. “He…can’t keep it down? Is that it?” She nodded. “Is it the shock?”
Jhaq sighed softly. “The weapon, Miss Madigan…” She stopped speaking suddenly.
I then saw the two figures at the door. One of them is Thommand, the other is his Grace.
“What do you want?” I said coldly.
Christan looked away. Thommand spoke. “We merely wanted to have knowledge of your wishes, Lady Madigan.”
“Wishes? What do you mean?”
He sighed. “Have you seen the condition of the weapon?” Without waiting for my response, he takes it out from behind him and tosses it toward the bed.
I caught it with my left hand and looked at it. I felt my anger rise as I saw it still had Daniel’s blood on it. “Just what am I meant to be looking at?”
“Wipe the blood aside if that helps,” Thommand suggested.
I ran the blade over the leg of my pants, and as the blood disappeared, I saw what he meant. I glared at Christan. “Why would someone carry a blade this rusty?”
“Do not question him,” Thommand said sharply.
“I have every right to,” I growled. Christan’s eyes widened. “After everything that has happened, I certainly have that right.”
“The point at hand,” Thommand was changing the subject again. “Is that if he receives an infection, then he shall slowly rot.”
Christan flinched as my five letters lit up again. “And?” I snarled.
Thommand is completely unfazed. “In the case of that happening, I was wondering if, instead of letting him suffer, you would allow one to administer a quick d-”
A ball of light suddenly seared off the edge of his arm. “Get out now, before you lose the rest of your attire,” I hissed. “Now!”
Thommand turned around in a huff, but Christan remained. “And what do you want?” I enquired angrily.
He shook his head. “I am the king,” he said firmly. “I wish to stay with Daniel as he recovers.”
“I believe you lost that right when you put that bloody dagger in his eye!”
“I will not be ordered around by his wench, my la-”
I caught him by the collar and hissed in his ear. “Listen,” I growled. “I have killed people for far less than you have done, your Grace. I am definitely not below revenge, and no one would blame me for it now.” I looked up and met his frightened gaze. “If your life means anything to you, you’ll leave. Now.”
I let him go, and he turned away with whatever remained of his pride. I looked back at Jhaq, who had no expression on her face. “Are you alright?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Yes, Miss Madigan,” she said firmly. She came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Is Miss Madigan?”
I looked away. “What do you think?”
She sighed. “Jhaq…no, I worry too.”
Suddenly, Daniel let out a scream. “Daniel?!” I ran over and gripped his hand. “What’s going on?”
She just stared at Daniel, who was shaking violently. “Jhaq, please, help!” I pleaded.
Jhaq looked up. “Daniel is…”
“What?” I put my hand on his chest and I can feel it pounding like a jackhammer. “What are you saying?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Daniel is…not here.”
“No. Daniel’s mind is…gone.”
I shook my head. “It’s the shock, that’s all. He’s just in shock.”
Jhaq raised an eyebrow at me, and I immediately understand what she means. Who would know better than me?
“He’ll…he’ll come back though,” I told her. “I always do. No matter how bad it gets, I always come back. Even if it’s against my will.”
Jhaq spoke up again. “Daniel is not like Miss Madigan,” she reminded me. “Miss Madigan…” At the sight of my confusion, she raised her left hand, and I realised what she meant. “Daniel has never…Daniel is not…” She is grasping for words she does not know.
So I speak for her. “Daniel is not a freak,” I concluded.
She nodded. “If he…he won’t…” I inhaled. “He wouldn’t come back. He wouldn’t…heal.”
I looked down at Daniel. His lips were forming words I couldn’t hear, or understand. “How…long?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “No.” She suddenly ran out of the room, leaving me with Daniel.
“Cat…” I heard a whimpering sound come from Daniel. I grasped his hand, and waited for him to say more. Instead, he cried out again, gasping in agony.
His hand tightened around mine, and I thought my bones would break. But I didn’t let go. If I did, he might too. Stay with me Daniel, I pleaded. Please.