Oh, empty my heart
There was no reply for a while. Seren's heart was a drum beating erratic rhythms in her ears, and every throb reverberated through her head. The faint light seemed blinding. Rather than squint against it, she screened against it with one hand while the other dug fingers into the snow. The cold helped a little, centered her and offered something to focus on. Heat kept billowing across her skin, now stifling, now clammy and cold. For a while, she felt as though she would be sick.
Then the sensations began to ebb away. Gradually, until she could straighten up somewhat. "No healer," she managed to say. They would only bring foul tea and order bed rest anyway. "I'm fine..." Which was an utter lie, of course. The clammy sweat on her face betrayed her. But the girl was nothing if not stubborn, and there was work to be done.
Except, at some point the shovels had disappeared. Looking around, Seren realized that they had been cleared away. When? Had she been that out of it?
Then the sensations began to ebb away. Gradually, until she could straighten up somewhat. "No healer," she managed to say. They would only bring foul tea and order bed rest anyway. "I'm fine..." Which was an utter lie, of course. The clammy sweat on her face betrayed her. But the girl was nothing if not stubborn, and there was work to be done.
Except, at some point the shovels had disappeared. Looking around, Seren realized that they had been cleared away. When? Had she been that out of it?
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
