I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
There is a fervor of activity somewhere far away (anywhere outside her bed is far away), but Amalia does not turn to look at it, her curious nature dimmed by pain. She continues to stare up at the ceiling through the hubbub of nurses calling out indignantly; it is only when a figure appears beside her and takes her hand that she turns her head, confusion written across her features as Adam's face swims into view.
Had he flown in, or is she still dreaming?
Her fingers are limp in embrace, but at least it does not hurt when he touches them - not too much, anyway. Or maybe it does and she simply cannot tell beneath the nagging ache that is everything else, her body healed enough to function but not enough to ease the searing agony that exists everywhere except her legs.
Shifting her head on the scratchy pillow, Amalia turns back to the ceiling. Gone is her usual animation, the expressive face, the empathetic smile. "Hundreds are dead, Ronin tried to kill me, a building collapsed on me, and I can't feel my legs. So, you know. Been worse." The Shield's eyes are dull as she shrugs, wincing at the motion, her voice blank.
Turning back to look at Adam, the baker manages a hollow smile. "At least I'm not dead again." Though something in her tone absolutely suggests that she doesn't see death as the worse option right now.
Had he flown in, or is she still dreaming?
Her fingers are limp in embrace, but at least it does not hurt when he touches them - not too much, anyway. Or maybe it does and she simply cannot tell beneath the nagging ache that is everything else, her body healed enough to function but not enough to ease the searing agony that exists everywhere except her legs.
Shifting her head on the scratchy pillow, Amalia turns back to the ceiling. Gone is her usual animation, the expressive face, the empathetic smile. "Hundreds are dead, Ronin tried to kill me, a building collapsed on me, and I can't feel my legs. So, you know. Been worse." The Shield's eyes are dull as she shrugs, wincing at the motion, her voice blank.
Turning back to look at Adam, the baker manages a hollow smile. "At least I'm not dead again." Though something in her tone absolutely suggests that she doesn't see death as the worse option right now.
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
