The Ghosts that We Knew
06-16-2014, 08:54 PM
For the longest time he was surrounded in cold darkness. In the distance he could here her humming softly, the sweet lullaby biting through the pain but failing to grant him enough strength to fully rise to consciousness. Baldur was dimly aware that he was being moved. "There's someone here taking care of you? you should be sure to thank her and not give her any trouble my love." Baldur weakly tried to nod. No trouble, none he wouldn't even think of- "OW! BLAZING BUZZARD BUTTS! W-" Baldur immediately set to coughing as blood-laced water spilled from his lungs. His head was spinning and he hurt everywhere. He turned to see a creme-shaded woman with golden eyes who was cleaning the infection out of his ankle. He stared at it for a moment, the limb filled with pus then promptly turned his head and wretched. Well? he was on solid ground now at least. Linne? cleared her throat and jerked her head toward the woman. "Oh? umm? thank you? random stranger? ummm? so what's your? ow? name?" |