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[quote][b]Wick (Nov 11, 2002 05:34 p.m.):[/b] She remembered the fire. It flared in his eyes, brilliant, atomic, and for a split second she'd seen the essence of wrath, the thread she'd pulled at in him so many times over the years to make him react drawn tight enough to snap. And then it had, and he struck her, once, twice... After the second it got blurry, but she remembered feeling snaps she should have heard, snaps that jolted her back to a dim awareness for a few eternal seconds at a time. And finally, mercifully, the world left her to her own devices and carried on without her. She didn't really feel the damage until she woke up, unable to manage more than the smallest of sighs to attract help. The pain was too overwhelming for her to categorize, and though it couldn't have been more than a minute or two before the nurse noticed her, if she could have she would have been screaming. Then they injected her with something that dulled the pain and her consciousness both, and she went back into the dark wondering which she was more grateful for. When she woke the second time, she felt nothing. She couldn't even feel herself breathing, but after trying to hold her breath, she found she could hear it. It didn't sound good. Trying to move didn't elicit much of a response at all, but she discovered by a great deal of strain she could open her eyes. Jor wasn't there. She'd known he wouldn't be, but it made little difference whether the blow was expected or not. She didn't speak, but it wasn't necessary; the doctor didn't ask any questions. The staff was attentive; when the pain started to resurface, one of them was almost always there with another injection for her IV. The third time she felt almost alive, and the pain was back but bearable. They were dosing her with something milder now, and it appeared that despite Jor's wishes, she would live. Thinking of Jor accomplished nothing. She tried not to do it. He was gone, and that was all she really needed to know. Analysis wasn't necessary. It was all she did. [i]Why did I tell him?[/i] That was what killed her. Jor had tried to kill her. That was bad. Jor was gone. That was worse; God knew where they'd taken him or what he would be charged with if he'd been caught, and if he hadn't...well, that didn't explain why she was still alive, did it? But neither of those things approached the third in magnitude. The third was that she'd committed the ultimate crime. She'd revealed a wrongdoing [i]of her own accord[/i], and had paid with Jor's love and quite nearly her life. [i]Why?[/i] That cold line of logical fury with herself was what she pursued during the hours she drifted in and out of consciousness while the medical staff saw to her broken body. She tortured herself with it, and drowned herself in it, because anything - [i]anything[/i] - was better than trying to face an image of life without Jor. Her life. There came a time when she was hovering at the edge of awake, striving vainly to sink again, when her name brought her to the surface. Her real name - not Moira, not Callenstrom. Not Windhaven. "Wick...?" She opened her eyes, but didn't look over at her visitor. She didn't have to. Instead, she stared at the ceiling, took a breath and then released it. She hadn't expected her, but she was frightened at the surge of gratitude that accompanied the knowledge that Katera Qui - Katera [i]Terrence[/i] had come to see her. "Hello, Katera," she responded eventually, her voice just a whisper with tiny hints of sound at the outer edges. "Been here...long?"[/quote]
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