Someone gave her a hand, pulling her back onto solid ground and after thanking the dockhand, she made her way through. Catching sight of the hand flagging, she narrowed the search and on her approach she tried to tilt and crane her head to understand the method of injury.
The fair-haired man was crumbled to the ground clutching his chest, protesting. What skin she could see appeared clammy. Shit.[color=#008e02] “Hey there, Mister,” [/color]her soft voice came through as she crouched before him. The wheeze caused her hands to steady his shoulders, pushing his torso back some for a better look of his complexion. [color=#008e02]“I just need a look at you before we get you on your merry wa-”[/color]
The look of cheerful reassurance which she’d usually greet her patients, plummeted as she met an all too familiar set of eyes. Older, pained. What had he done to his hair? Meg’s jaw dropped open, completely dumbstruck as her heart became firmly rooted in her throat. It caused her almost iron stomach to nearly empty. There was a long pause before, [color=#008e02]“Nai-,”[/color] but her lips clamped shut, snuffing out the sound of his name falling from her lips.
Meg couldn’t suppress the hurt brimming in her eyes, the hold over his shoulders loosening and then firming at his words. [color=#008e02]“...Ok.”[/color] Without another word she’d haul him up with strength, few would associate with her small frame, pulling one of his arms over her shoulder to lean on. A quiet rage began to coil in her gut, replacing nausea. Her free hand would wrap around his side, fingertips finding skin. She’d channel some magic, hoping to keep him stable as they attempted an awkward three-legged-stumble to the Eluvian.
She wanted to yell. Scream. Weep. But for the moment Meg was overcome and overwhelmed to find any words. Her head fixed itself ahead, heart tearing itself in two with wanting to look at him, become lost in his face and breaking his nose into a million pieces.
The fair-haired man was crumbled to the ground clutching his chest, protesting. What skin she could see appeared clammy. Shit.[color=#008e02] “Hey there, Mister,” [/color]her soft voice came through as she crouched before him. The wheeze caused her hands to steady his shoulders, pushing his torso back some for a better look of his complexion. [color=#008e02]“I just need a look at you before we get you on your merry wa-”[/color]
The look of cheerful reassurance which she’d usually greet her patients, plummeted as she met an all too familiar set of eyes. Older, pained. What had he done to his hair? Meg’s jaw dropped open, completely dumbstruck as her heart became firmly rooted in her throat. It caused her almost iron stomach to nearly empty. There was a long pause before, [color=#008e02]“Nai-,”[/color] but her lips clamped shut, snuffing out the sound of his name falling from her lips.
Meg couldn’t suppress the hurt brimming in her eyes, the hold over his shoulders loosening and then firming at his words. [color=#008e02]“...Ok.”[/color] Without another word she’d haul him up with strength, few would associate with her small frame, pulling one of his arms over her shoulder to lean on. A quiet rage began to coil in her gut, replacing nausea. Her free hand would wrap around his side, fingertips finding skin. She’d channel some magic, hoping to keep him stable as they attempted an awkward three-legged-stumble to the Eluvian.
She wanted to yell. Scream. Weep. But for the moment Meg was overcome and overwhelmed to find any words. Her head fixed itself ahead, heart tearing itself in two with wanting to look at him, become lost in his face and breaking his nose into a million pieces.
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