02-26-2015, 03:34 PM
The faint patter of leather soles on the village road followed behind Limstella as she raced to the apothecary’s cottage. Everything had developed so suddenly, and she hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk to her brother – but with the urgency in her father’s voice as he explained the situation, she didn’t have time to be complaining about that. All too typical of you, Satsume, she thought as she ran. Trouble finds you faster than a wyvern’s tail.
She sped along the road and finally hung a left towards the last cluster of houses. The apothecary’s cottage was the first one off the main road. Limstella slid to a stop in front of the door and pounded on it with her fist. She would have probably hammer-punched the physician himself if she hadn’t caught herself mid-swing as he opened the door.
“We need your help!” she cried. “No time to waste – they’re at my house!”
The young apothecary’s eyes lit up as he comprehended the gravity of the situation. He disappeared into his home for a moment, and before long he returned with a large medicine bag slung over his shoulder.
“Lead on!” he shouted.
Together, the two sprinted back up the road, with Limstella leading the way.
“What’s the situation?!” huffed the medicine man as they ran.
“Some girl my brother brought in!” Limstella yelled over her shoulder. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but my father said-“
*SLAM!* Just like that, Limstella was jutted off to the side and sprawled out on the path, just in front of her house.
“Ow! Watch where you’re going, jackass!” said whatever she ran into.
“Sorry!” she gasped, scrambling to her feet. She dusted herself off and gave a quick glare back to the apothecary, as if to say, “thanks for the heads up, asshole.” The apothecary gulped and shrugged. She turned to her unexpected roadblock – a short kid. Shorter than her, even - maybe five and a half feet, with long green hair. “Kind of in a hurry, wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt, miss?”
Before proceeding further with the young lady, Limstella gestured first to the apothecary, then to her house. “It’s over there! Go!” she ordered. The apothecary nodded and trotted off. Limstella watched him go, then spun back to study the stranger, who was also in the process of picking herself up and dusting herself off.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” she said, trying to make a bit of small talk before politely excusing herself from the conversation. She brushed a lock of blue hair out from in front of her glasses. “Are you from the camp?”
Satsume recoiled as Cecily tossed around. What do I do..? he asked inwardly. Come on, Stella! What’s taking so long?! He could see the sweat pouring from Cecily’s face as her cheeks reddened and her breathing quickened. She began to mumble something. Satsume attempted to stand.
“Hold on!” he whispered sharply. “I’ll go get-“
Suddenly, Satsume felt a clammy hand seize his wrist. He turned and looked back at Cecily’s face. Their eyes met, but it was almost like she couldn’t see him, a stare not unlike that of a blind person.
“Where’s Theodore…?” she said, her throat parched. Her eyes were darting back and forth now. Satsume clasped his free hand over Cecily’s. He didn’t have a response. Instead, he tried to subdue the growing sense of panic in his own head as he clutched the young lady’s hand.
It’s only on the other side of the village! What’s taking so long?!
Finally, Satsume heard the frantic footsteps of someone else in the house. A harried apothecary stood in the doorway to his room. “I’m here to help!” he cried. “How is she?”
“Bad,” Satsume replied quickly. “It’s poison of some kind. Conventional antitoxin took the edge off for a little bit, but she’s gotten-“ Satsume was hung up mid-sentence by a violent tug on his arm.
“I can’t die yet…” Cecily whimpered.
“Please leave her to me.” The physician reached into his satchel and started pulling a couple of vials out of it. “I think I know what it is.”
“Hurry.” Satsume reached over and pulled the damp cloth from Cecily’s forehead, sopping up some of the sweat that had gathered near her temples. He could feel his own heart thundering with anxiety. Satsume took a deep breath and gently laid his hand over Cecily’s again. Gotta stay calm, he thought. If I start to lose MY mind, we’re BOTH in dire straits…
She sped along the road and finally hung a left towards the last cluster of houses. The apothecary’s cottage was the first one off the main road. Limstella slid to a stop in front of the door and pounded on it with her fist. She would have probably hammer-punched the physician himself if she hadn’t caught herself mid-swing as he opened the door.
“We need your help!” she cried. “No time to waste – they’re at my house!”
The young apothecary’s eyes lit up as he comprehended the gravity of the situation. He disappeared into his home for a moment, and before long he returned with a large medicine bag slung over his shoulder.
“Lead on!” he shouted.
Together, the two sprinted back up the road, with Limstella leading the way.
“What’s the situation?!” huffed the medicine man as they ran.
“Some girl my brother brought in!” Limstella yelled over her shoulder. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but my father said-“
*SLAM!* Just like that, Limstella was jutted off to the side and sprawled out on the path, just in front of her house.
“Ow! Watch where you’re going, jackass!” said whatever she ran into.
“Sorry!” she gasped, scrambling to her feet. She dusted herself off and gave a quick glare back to the apothecary, as if to say, “thanks for the heads up, asshole.” The apothecary gulped and shrugged. She turned to her unexpected roadblock – a short kid. Shorter than her, even - maybe five and a half feet, with long green hair. “Kind of in a hurry, wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt, miss?”
Before proceeding further with the young lady, Limstella gestured first to the apothecary, then to her house. “It’s over there! Go!” she ordered. The apothecary nodded and trotted off. Limstella watched him go, then spun back to study the stranger, who was also in the process of picking herself up and dusting herself off.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” she said, trying to make a bit of small talk before politely excusing herself from the conversation. She brushed a lock of blue hair out from in front of her glasses. “Are you from the camp?”
Satsume recoiled as Cecily tossed around. What do I do..? he asked inwardly. Come on, Stella! What’s taking so long?! He could see the sweat pouring from Cecily’s face as her cheeks reddened and her breathing quickened. She began to mumble something. Satsume attempted to stand.
“Hold on!” he whispered sharply. “I’ll go get-“
Suddenly, Satsume felt a clammy hand seize his wrist. He turned and looked back at Cecily’s face. Their eyes met, but it was almost like she couldn’t see him, a stare not unlike that of a blind person.
“Where’s Theodore…?” she said, her throat parched. Her eyes were darting back and forth now. Satsume clasped his free hand over Cecily’s. He didn’t have a response. Instead, he tried to subdue the growing sense of panic in his own head as he clutched the young lady’s hand.
It’s only on the other side of the village! What’s taking so long?!
Finally, Satsume heard the frantic footsteps of someone else in the house. A harried apothecary stood in the doorway to his room. “I’m here to help!” he cried. “How is she?”
“Bad,” Satsume replied quickly. “It’s poison of some kind. Conventional antitoxin took the edge off for a little bit, but she’s gotten-“ Satsume was hung up mid-sentence by a violent tug on his arm.
“I can’t die yet…” Cecily whimpered.
“Please leave her to me.” The physician reached into his satchel and started pulling a couple of vials out of it. “I think I know what it is.”
“Hurry.” Satsume reached over and pulled the damp cloth from Cecily’s forehead, sopping up some of the sweat that had gathered near her temples. He could feel his own heart thundering with anxiety. Satsume took a deep breath and gently laid his hand over Cecily’s again. Gotta stay calm, he thought. If I start to lose MY mind, we’re BOTH in dire straits…