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Date Posted: 12:41:11 12/19/01 Wed
Author: Tia and Marz
Subject: Who's got ouchies?
In reply to: Ravin 's message, "Time to get the healer" on 10:15:39 12/19/01 Wed

Tia recognized Rowan's voice but she couldn't make out his facial features at all. For some reason her vision was awfully dark and blurry. Her hand flew to the painful area at the back of her head. It took her a minute to realize that the sticky, warm substance she felt was blood. That was when she remembered hitting her head on some rocks as she was dragged into the water by one of the beast's tentacles.

"I think I'm hurt," she said, as she tried to sit up. The movement caused excruciating pain in her head and immediately she slumped against Rowan. She moaned softly then mumbled into his ear. "I have a terrible headache and I can't see very well right now."

Tia rested her aching head against the elf's shoulder. "I lost my sword in the water, Rowan." She paused when a wave of dizziness assaulted her. "Is the beast dead? Did anyone get severely injured?" Tia closed her eyes and prayed for the pain to go away while she waited for Rowan's reply. It felt nice being held in his arms. She tried to focus on that feeling rather than the fear that was welling up inside of her at possibly not being able to see clearly ever again. Hopefully, the gods weren't going to teach her a lesson for laughing at Justin earlier when he tripped and knocked himself out!

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After a while, Marz stopped struggling against the monster in order to conserve his energy. The desire for air was nearly overwhelming and the pain from more ribs broken by the beast's tentacle was intensifying. He closed his eyes and forced himself not to inhale water, but his lungs would surely burst if he didn't do something soon! Paranoia reared its ugly head then, making him believe that he would never get to see another day. Who the hell would have thought that his death would come by drowning? Marz always imagined that he'd go out in a blaze of glory during a massive battle when someone finally managed to shove a sword into his heart! Drowning! What a wimpy way for an ex-gang leader to make an exit from the world!

I can't take this any more, he thought when his consciousness began to waver. His head pounded and his chest felt as if it were on fire. I need to take a breath! Although he fought against the urge, he lost the battle and opened his mouth just as someone's arms wrapped around him. Water entered his lungs followed by air, throwing him into a coughing fit. It took him a minute to realize that Isobel had dragged him to the surface and dumped his body on the rocks.

Immediately, he sat up and coughed again, heaving up a handful of water and groaning at the pain in his ribcage. Suddenly, Tristan was beside him tossing a cloak over his shoulders. "You’re okay then?" he asked.

Marz pushed wet hair from his eyes then turned to look at the dragon. "I wasn't the one who was chained to the wall," he sputtered. The relief on his face at seeing his lover in one piece was obvious. When he spotted the tribal women standing off to the side, he wanted to strangle the life out of each one of them. But that would be too easy. Feeding them to some sharks while they were still alive was a much better idea. He took a deep breath then went to throw an arm around Tristan but winced instead and doubled over.

"What's wrong?" Tristan asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

After a rather dry laugh, Marz sat up straighter. "It's not a good idea for me to take deep breaths at the moment because I have a number of broken ribs." He lifted his right arm slightly. "And a raking broken wrist as well. How the hell am I supposed to fight with a broken wrist, Tris?"

He shivered against the cold and looked around the cavern. By now the monster had been destroyed and the water in the steam was once again calm. Not giving a shit who saw what, he leaned against Tristan when a sudden weariness descended upon him. "On the whole, I'm fine," he said softly. "What about you? You got any injuries that I need to start worrying about? How the hell did you get out of that iron cuff and who finished off the beast?" Marz really wanted to ask where the hell the healer was, but wasn't about to admit that he needed the man's services.

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  • Isobel takes a nap -- Isobel, 13:43:11 12/19/01 Wed
  • A time for rest -- Erlic, Corum & Valhorek, 19:49:49 12/19/01 Wed
  • Looking forward to a quiet night -- Ravin and Tia, 13:08:25 12/20/01 Thu
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