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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
46
Views:
8,793
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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Rememdium
Chapter 3
Faith’s POV
Slowly my eyes open to let in the dim evening light. I shut them quickly again as my head begins to pound. I lift a hand to my head only to have a sharp pain rip through my guts. It makes me almost cough up a lung.
Why does everything hunt?
I roll over to see if that position will help at all. Instead I roll off the mattress and onto the floor. Right onto the gaping hole in my side. “Smooth.” I manage to get through gritted teeth.
A pair of hands are on me almost immediately helping me to my feet. She helps me into a sitting position on the bed that I just fell out of. I have to hold my side and grit my teeth to keep from yelling from the pain. Hasn’t this girl heard of aspirin?
She just keeps talking to me the whole time as I wait for the pain to ease. “I don’t understand you.” I squeeze through my teeth.
She looks at me strangely and tilts her head to the side. After licking her lips she says “Quies.” It’s not fair I really don’t understand. I just look at her. I must have a confused look on my face as she tries to tell me thorough actions. “Quies.” She puts her hands together and places them by her ear. And makes as if to lie on them.
“You mean sleep.” I say. It’s more of a question than a statement really.
“Quies.” She repeats as if I’m beginning to understand her.
“I’ve been sleeping for eight months I don’t think I need any more.” Just to remind me my muscles in my gut twitch. The pain makes me jump slightly. “OK sleep may be good.” She helps me lie back.
“Iam eat.” She says holding imaginary food to her mouth.
“Eat now that’s a word I know.” I nod at her to show that I understand what she’s trying to say and she disappears through a curtain which I assume doubles up as a door.
I lean back and wait again for the pain to subside. She returns within a few minuets holding what looks like a wooden bowl with a wooden spoon. She doesn’t stop from stirring the mixture in the bowl to sit at the bed beside me. She only stops to place it to one side and put her hand under my head and pull me up to a half sitting position.
She places a pillow behind my back to prop me up and once again takes the bowl up and begins to stir again. She holds the large flattish spoon an inch from my mouth and waits for me to open it.
It really doesn’t smell too good. I open my mouth anyway and she spoon feeds me whatever it is. It tastes even worse than it smells. I force myself to swallow it and look up at her. She’s smiling as if she knew what it tasted like. Well that wasn’t very nice.
“Rememdium.” She says as a way of explanation.
“Remedy?” I ask still with a vile taste in my mouth.
She smiles and offers me another spoonful. I look at it not really wanting it in my mouth. My tongue disagrees. But it is medicine. But it’s going to burn my mouth away. “Expositus.” She says lifting the spoon slightly. Somehow I think she’s telling me to open up. I bite my bottom lip and she gives me one of those looks that don’t need words. So I open my mouth.
I manage to get through the entire mixture without throwing up. Mostly because if I had thrown up I’m sure I would have broken the seal on the wound. She shows me that it’s all gone so I don’t have to eat it anymore.
“Oh thank god for that.” I say
She smiles more at the way I said it than what I said. Lets face it she has no idea what I’m saying.
She lifts up my bloody shirt and I find that the hole in my side has been covered up. Blood has started to soak through the make shift band-aid.
She pulls it off of the wound, which is still bleeding slightly but I’ll live. She’s looking at it with confusion written on her face. I couldn’t have been out for that long. She’s only just noticed the accelerated healing. She shakes it off. Not like she can ask me or anything.
She takes a second bowl from down off the floor and dips her fingers into it. She scoops out a small handful of a very think green substance. “I am not eating that.”
She just smiles at me and pushes the mixture against my wound. I have to suck a large amount of air through my teeth at the pain. Forget aspirin anyone got any morphine?
She places clean gauze over my wound and the smelly solution. “iam sileo.” She says pulling the blanket at my feel up to just below my neck. I’m going to assume that means I need to rest. Or at least something like that anyway.
Faith’s POV
Slowly my eyes open to let in the dim evening light. I shut them quickly again as my head begins to pound. I lift a hand to my head only to have a sharp pain rip through my guts. It makes me almost cough up a lung.
Why does everything hunt?
I roll over to see if that position will help at all. Instead I roll off the mattress and onto the floor. Right onto the gaping hole in my side. “Smooth.” I manage to get through gritted teeth.
A pair of hands are on me almost immediately helping me to my feet. She helps me into a sitting position on the bed that I just fell out of. I have to hold my side and grit my teeth to keep from yelling from the pain. Hasn’t this girl heard of aspirin?
She just keeps talking to me the whole time as I wait for the pain to ease. “I don’t understand you.” I squeeze through my teeth.
She looks at me strangely and tilts her head to the side. After licking her lips she says “Quies.” It’s not fair I really don’t understand. I just look at her. I must have a confused look on my face as she tries to tell me thorough actions. “Quies.” She puts her hands together and places them by her ear. And makes as if to lie on them.
“You mean sleep.” I say. It’s more of a question than a statement really.
“Quies.” She repeats as if I’m beginning to understand her.
“I’ve been sleeping for eight months I don’t think I need any more.” Just to remind me my muscles in my gut twitch. The pain makes me jump slightly. “OK sleep may be good.” She helps me lie back.
“Iam eat.” She says holding imaginary food to her mouth.
“Eat now that’s a word I know.” I nod at her to show that I understand what she’s trying to say and she disappears through a curtain which I assume doubles up as a door.
I lean back and wait again for the pain to subside. She returns within a few minuets holding what looks like a wooden bowl with a wooden spoon. She doesn’t stop from stirring the mixture in the bowl to sit at the bed beside me. She only stops to place it to one side and put her hand under my head and pull me up to a half sitting position.
She places a pillow behind my back to prop me up and once again takes the bowl up and begins to stir again. She holds the large flattish spoon an inch from my mouth and waits for me to open it.
It really doesn’t smell too good. I open my mouth anyway and she spoon feeds me whatever it is. It tastes even worse than it smells. I force myself to swallow it and look up at her. She’s smiling as if she knew what it tasted like. Well that wasn’t very nice.
“Rememdium.” She says as a way of explanation.
“Remedy?” I ask still with a vile taste in my mouth.
She smiles and offers me another spoonful. I look at it not really wanting it in my mouth. My tongue disagrees. But it is medicine. But it’s going to burn my mouth away. “Expositus.” She says lifting the spoon slightly. Somehow I think she’s telling me to open up. I bite my bottom lip and she gives me one of those looks that don’t need words. So I open my mouth.
I manage to get through the entire mixture without throwing up. Mostly because if I had thrown up I’m sure I would have broken the seal on the wound. She shows me that it’s all gone so I don’t have to eat it anymore.
“Oh thank god for that.” I say
She smiles more at the way I said it than what I said. Lets face it she has no idea what I’m saying.
She lifts up my bloody shirt and I find that the hole in my side has been covered up. Blood has started to soak through the make shift band-aid.
She pulls it off of the wound, which is still bleeding slightly but I’ll live. She’s looking at it with confusion written on her face. I couldn’t have been out for that long. She’s only just noticed the accelerated healing. She shakes it off. Not like she can ask me or anything.
She takes a second bowl from down off the floor and dips her fingers into it. She scoops out a small handful of a very think green substance. “I am not eating that.”
She just smiles at me and pushes the mixture against my wound. I have to suck a large amount of air through my teeth at the pain. Forget aspirin anyone got any morphine?
She places clean gauze over my wound and the smelly solution. “iam sileo.” She says pulling the blanket at my feel up to just below my neck. I’m going to assume that means I need to rest. Or at least something like that anyway.