A pair of sneering brown eyes lived in Ishara’s memories as the next weeks slipped by. They would sneak up on her as she daydreamed the monotony of the days away. Strange how carnage could become so familiar as to be boring. The mystery of Dante and his friend-with-the-crush kept her mind busy. As did the growing tensions in the war.
His eyes were the same as she remembered except how he looked like a frightened boy. “Okay okay okay.” Ishara repeated the simple word over and over. A mantra as she prepared her mind and spirit to put this man back together again.
She shoved one of the CAF medics aside so she could take her position on his right side. They had done the work already of peeling away most of his ruined clothes. So much of it charred and in pieces and strips. His skin looked the same way.
“All I need you to do, Dante -”
“It’s Darcy Weatherfare. General Weatherfare.” The medic corrected her.
Her head jerked towards the medic who spoke. “What?” She shook her head to orient herself back to what she was doing. “All I need you to do…” she hesitated over his name, confused. His name was different but the gold starbursts around his pupils were the same. “...is keep breathing, darling. I’ll take care of the rest. You just breathe.”
He lost consciousness but it didn’t matter because he kept breathing.
⤧
She got him into some kind of state resembling order. The blast had scrambled his insides and minced his outsides but you wouldn’t know it anymore looking at him. He was cleaned up of any evidence of blood. She even combed his hair the way she had seen him style it.
Ishara knew the healing process was far from over. He would be weak when he woke and there was no telling when that would be. She posted up guard in his room. Had another cot wheeled in so she could nap and sleep off some of the magic depletion fatigue. She fell into a heavy, deep sleep just as soon as her head hit the thin hospital pillow.
When she woke it was dusk and the room was quiet.
He was still sleeping.
So, naturally, she went through his personal effects. She started with the tags he wore around his neck. They were on a table next to his bed. She picked them up and inspected the words. Darcy Weatherfare. There were some numbers and a couple of other letters. She didn’t know what the rest meant.
“How are we feeling, Darcy?” Her voice was just above a whisper. She was testing out the name and it felt alien after calling him Dante in her mind for a few weeks.
“What story do these tell?” She wondered aloud to herself as she peered at the tattoos that covered his arms and crept over his shoulders and towards his chest. She was attracted to one image of a bird in flight and touched it’s spread wings.
She turned away from him to rifle through his other personal effects. An expensive-looking watch. A piece of luxury in the middle of a war. How interesting. She pocketed it, glancing at him surreptitiously over her shoulder. “Mind if I borrow this for a reading?”
She found some other identification papers that had been in his uniform pocket. A military I.D. that had his birthday.
“Child of Farin?” She held up the I.D. and cocked her head, comparing his photograph with his sleeping face. She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. “Hm! How about that.”
His eyes were the same as she remembered except how he looked like a frightened boy. “Okay okay okay.” Ishara repeated the simple word over and over. A mantra as she prepared her mind and spirit to put this man back together again.
She shoved one of the CAF medics aside so she could take her position on his right side. They had done the work already of peeling away most of his ruined clothes. So much of it charred and in pieces and strips. His skin looked the same way.
“All I need you to do, Dante -”
“It’s Darcy Weatherfare. General Weatherfare.” The medic corrected her.
Her head jerked towards the medic who spoke. “What?” She shook her head to orient herself back to what she was doing. “All I need you to do…” she hesitated over his name, confused. His name was different but the gold starbursts around his pupils were the same. “...is keep breathing, darling. I’ll take care of the rest. You just breathe.”
He lost consciousness but it didn’t matter because he kept breathing.
⤧
She got him into some kind of state resembling order. The blast had scrambled his insides and minced his outsides but you wouldn’t know it anymore looking at him. He was cleaned up of any evidence of blood. She even combed his hair the way she had seen him style it.
Ishara knew the healing process was far from over. He would be weak when he woke and there was no telling when that would be. She posted up guard in his room. Had another cot wheeled in so she could nap and sleep off some of the magic depletion fatigue. She fell into a heavy, deep sleep just as soon as her head hit the thin hospital pillow.
When she woke it was dusk and the room was quiet.
He was still sleeping.
So, naturally, she went through his personal effects. She started with the tags he wore around his neck. They were on a table next to his bed. She picked them up and inspected the words. Darcy Weatherfare. There were some numbers and a couple of other letters. She didn’t know what the rest meant.
“How are we feeling, Darcy?” Her voice was just above a whisper. She was testing out the name and it felt alien after calling him Dante in her mind for a few weeks.
“What story do these tell?” She wondered aloud to herself as she peered at the tattoos that covered his arms and crept over his shoulders and towards his chest. She was attracted to one image of a bird in flight and touched it’s spread wings.
She turned away from him to rifle through his other personal effects. An expensive-looking watch. A piece of luxury in the middle of a war. How interesting. She pocketed it, glancing at him surreptitiously over her shoulder. “Mind if I borrow this for a reading?”
She found some other identification papers that had been in his uniform pocket. A military I.D. that had his birthday.
“Child of Farin?” She held up the I.D. and cocked her head, comparing his photograph with his sleeping face. She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. “Hm! How about that.”
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