Fan Fiction ❯ Illusia ❯ Koura - A Lonely One 7 ( Chapter 53 )
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By: Serenitychan13 
Chapter 7: Healing, Body and Heart
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Chapter 7: Healing, Body and Heart
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Suspense / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Action / Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.25.2004 | Updated On: 03.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
Chapter 7
He looked like he had been through a war. His trench coat was slashed in several places. The slashes were in sets of five, making it look like they had been made by claws instead of blades. Three bleeding scratches ran diagonally across his right cheek. One of the sleeves of his coat was slit all the way up, revealing a long scratch. It looked deep. The bone in his wrist was visible. Four slashes ran along the curve of his throat.
When my gaze fell on his abdomen, I almost got sick. His shirt was torn open and soaked through with blood. Five slashes, just about equal distance apart and almost all the same length, cut diagonally across his body. Whatever had made them appeared to have gone in under the left side of his rib cage and been dragged across him to end just above his right hip. And they looked deep, with the edges of his skin turned black and blue.
I was amazed the guy was still alive.
The appearance of the scratches and slashes all over him seemed horribly familiar somehow. My thoughts were forcibly pulled back to that night in the snow. Taelia had done some of the same things to me… It couldn’t have been anyone but her. So the girl was still around. And now she had found her way here. What else could go wrong?
“Terran, what the hell is going on?”
“That’s Sawyer,” he said grimly.
“Who?”
“He’s the reason she thought she would never see her mother again,” he said, his voice taking on an edge. “He has the Fire Gem that has her grandfather’s spirit in it and he almost killed her not three hours after I was human again. I would have killed him the next time I saw him, but it looks like something else got to him.”
“Well whatever did it, they didn’t kill him,” said Illusia, her voice soft. “He’s still breathing, but just barely.”
“Illusia, maybe we should just leave him alone,” said Terran, his tone steady but harsh. I had never heard him use that tone before. And I never dreamed that I would hear him use it with her.
Illusia just looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.
“No,” she said softly. “I can’t do that to him… Remember… I owe him my life.”
“He almost killed you!” he growled.
“But he didn’t,” she said simply. "I'm still here."
I put a hand on my brother’s shoulder. If she felt so strongly about trying to help the guy, then he should let her.
“Terran, let her at least try to help him.”
“But---” he started, but then cut off.
“I’ll do what I can,” she said sadly, taking his hand in hers. “But I’m not sure if he’ll make it anyway.”
His skin was deathly pale and he looked like he didn’t have long. If she was going to do something, she needed to do it quickly. His breathing sounded like there was a fair amount of blood in his lungs.
Gently, Illusia touched his face, brushing her fingers lightly over the scratches on his cheek. They sealed themselves relatively quickly, but it didn’t look like anything else was going to be so easy. The most serious of his injuries were the five slashes that ran diagonally across his abdomen. He had already lost a lot of blood and they needed to be sealed quickly, even if it was only a temporary seal.
Illusia was shuddering as she began running her hands slowly along the slashes, trying to get pieces of his torn-up shirt away from the open wounds. He writhed slightly as she touched his skin, groaning softly in pain. She got as much of the material away from his wounds as possible and was now trying to figure out what was actually part of the wound and not just dried blood. After a few seconds, she gave up trying to differentiate. Gently, but firmly she started stroking his abdomen along the paths of the slashes.
After a while, they started to glow silver. Shortly after that, the thinner parts of the wounds (the beginnings and ends) began to seal themselves. The silver glow spread to the rest of the slashes, sealing them too. Continuing to run an open hand down the lines which were now dark red, as if recently scarred, she started concentrating harder. Her hands began to appear silver, the energy increasing. Soon, the five slashes had left only faint scars. The young man was beginning to partially regain consciousness.
“Lily…” he whispered, his voice rasping because of the blood still in his throat and in his lungs. “Lily, is that you?”
Illusia looked sort of confused; she probably didn’t know what he was talking about. I knew I didn’t. She quickly turned her attention to the four slashes that ran up the curve of his throat. She swallowed hard and concentrated harder, raising her hand to his throat and running her fingers gently down the open, bleeding gashes. These were also slow to heal, at first only ceasing to bleed. It took longer than it should have for the four short slashes to seal themselves. With another boost in Illusia’s concentration, they finally closed up the rest of the way, leaving barely visible scars.
Now that he wasn’t bleeding from his throat, the blood in his lungs was now coming up to fill his mouth. A harsh cough sprayed blood onto Illusia’s dress and what was left of his own shirt. The only thing left was the gash that ran the length of his arm. She started at his wrist, sealing skin over the exposed bone. Soft back-and-forth stroking that gradually worked up the length of his arm re-closed the open wound. The only really visible scar from this one was about three inches long, just under his left shoulder.
With his wounds sealed, the young man Terran had referred to as Sawyer was starting to fully return to consciousness. Blood still streamed from his mouth, but it would stop fairly soon. His eyes began to flutter and he opened them completely. The first thing he saw had to have been Illusia. But still he seemed confused.
“Lily…” he said softly, attempting to raise a hand to her cheek.
He could only raise his hand a few inches and then it fell limp on his chest.
“Lily, have you really come back to me?” he asked, his whispering voice still rasping slightly as blood continued to course from his mouth.
Illusia looked down at him sadly, then took his hand again and helped him bring it up to her face. I could see how hard she was trying not to cry. Terran once again looked torn between worry and anger.
“No Sawyer,” she said quietly. “It’s me… Illusia… your little sister…”
So that’s what she meant by what she said about almost having a brother but that he was gone now.
He closed his eyes again and writhed in pain, giving a soft cry as the shift in position must have disturbed one of his recently-healed injuries. The open wounds were sealed, but the force of impact had left major bruising around the edges. Illusia couldn’t heal bruises entirely. Some things just had to go away on their own.
“Illusia…” he whispered, his head thrown back in pain and his eyes still closed.
She blinked slowly and tears ran down her face. A few of the tiny droplets landed on the hand he still had resting on her cheek. His body was shaking slightly, probably in shock from extreme blood loss.
“My… little… sister…” he said, his voice rough and choked. He started coughing harshly again, once more spattering her dress with blood. “But… but how? What… is going on? Where… Where am I?”
He looked like he had been through a war. His trench coat was slashed in several places. The slashes were in sets of five, making it look like they had been made by claws instead of blades. Three bleeding scratches ran diagonally across his right cheek. One of the sleeves of his coat was slit all the way up, revealing a long scratch. It looked deep. The bone in his wrist was visible. Four slashes ran along the curve of his throat.
When my gaze fell on his abdomen, I almost got sick. His shirt was torn open and soaked through with blood. Five slashes, just about equal distance apart and almost all the same length, cut diagonally across his body. Whatever had made them appeared to have gone in under the left side of his rib cage and been dragged across him to end just above his right hip. And they looked deep, with the edges of his skin turned black and blue.
I was amazed the guy was still alive.
The appearance of the scratches and slashes all over him seemed horribly familiar somehow. My thoughts were forcibly pulled back to that night in the snow. Taelia had done some of the same things to me… It couldn’t have been anyone but her. So the girl was still around. And now she had found her way here. What else could go wrong?
“Terran, what the hell is going on?”
“That’s Sawyer,” he said grimly.
“Who?”
“He’s the reason she thought she would never see her mother again,” he said, his voice taking on an edge. “He has the Fire Gem that has her grandfather’s spirit in it and he almost killed her not three hours after I was human again. I would have killed him the next time I saw him, but it looks like something else got to him.”
“Well whatever did it, they didn’t kill him,” said Illusia, her voice soft. “He’s still breathing, but just barely.”
“Illusia, maybe we should just leave him alone,” said Terran, his tone steady but harsh. I had never heard him use that tone before. And I never dreamed that I would hear him use it with her.
Illusia just looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.
“No,” she said softly. “I can’t do that to him… Remember… I owe him my life.”
“He almost killed you!” he growled.
“But he didn’t,” she said simply. "I'm still here."
I put a hand on my brother’s shoulder. If she felt so strongly about trying to help the guy, then he should let her.
“Terran, let her at least try to help him.”
“But---” he started, but then cut off.
“I’ll do what I can,” she said sadly, taking his hand in hers. “But I’m not sure if he’ll make it anyway.”
His skin was deathly pale and he looked like he didn’t have long. If she was going to do something, she needed to do it quickly. His breathing sounded like there was a fair amount of blood in his lungs.
Gently, Illusia touched his face, brushing her fingers lightly over the scratches on his cheek. They sealed themselves relatively quickly, but it didn’t look like anything else was going to be so easy. The most serious of his injuries were the five slashes that ran diagonally across his abdomen. He had already lost a lot of blood and they needed to be sealed quickly, even if it was only a temporary seal.
Illusia was shuddering as she began running her hands slowly along the slashes, trying to get pieces of his torn-up shirt away from the open wounds. He writhed slightly as she touched his skin, groaning softly in pain. She got as much of the material away from his wounds as possible and was now trying to figure out what was actually part of the wound and not just dried blood. After a few seconds, she gave up trying to differentiate. Gently, but firmly she started stroking his abdomen along the paths of the slashes.
After a while, they started to glow silver. Shortly after that, the thinner parts of the wounds (the beginnings and ends) began to seal themselves. The silver glow spread to the rest of the slashes, sealing them too. Continuing to run an open hand down the lines which were now dark red, as if recently scarred, she started concentrating harder. Her hands began to appear silver, the energy increasing. Soon, the five slashes had left only faint scars. The young man was beginning to partially regain consciousness.
“Lily…” he whispered, his voice rasping because of the blood still in his throat and in his lungs. “Lily, is that you?”
Illusia looked sort of confused; she probably didn’t know what he was talking about. I knew I didn’t. She quickly turned her attention to the four slashes that ran up the curve of his throat. She swallowed hard and concentrated harder, raising her hand to his throat and running her fingers gently down the open, bleeding gashes. These were also slow to heal, at first only ceasing to bleed. It took longer than it should have for the four short slashes to seal themselves. With another boost in Illusia’s concentration, they finally closed up the rest of the way, leaving barely visible scars.
Now that he wasn’t bleeding from his throat, the blood in his lungs was now coming up to fill his mouth. A harsh cough sprayed blood onto Illusia’s dress and what was left of his own shirt. The only thing left was the gash that ran the length of his arm. She started at his wrist, sealing skin over the exposed bone. Soft back-and-forth stroking that gradually worked up the length of his arm re-closed the open wound. The only really visible scar from this one was about three inches long, just under his left shoulder.
With his wounds sealed, the young man Terran had referred to as Sawyer was starting to fully return to consciousness. Blood still streamed from his mouth, but it would stop fairly soon. His eyes began to flutter and he opened them completely. The first thing he saw had to have been Illusia. But still he seemed confused.
“Lily…” he said softly, attempting to raise a hand to her cheek.
He could only raise his hand a few inches and then it fell limp on his chest.
“Lily, have you really come back to me?” he asked, his whispering voice still rasping slightly as blood continued to course from his mouth.
Illusia looked down at him sadly, then took his hand again and helped him bring it up to her face. I could see how hard she was trying not to cry. Terran once again looked torn between worry and anger.
“No Sawyer,” she said quietly. “It’s me… Illusia… your little sister…”
So that’s what she meant by what she said about almost having a brother but that he was gone now.
He closed his eyes again and writhed in pain, giving a soft cry as the shift in position must have disturbed one of his recently-healed injuries. The open wounds were sealed, but the force of impact had left major bruising around the edges. Illusia couldn’t heal bruises entirely. Some things just had to go away on their own.
“Illusia…” he whispered, his head thrown back in pain and his eyes still closed.
She blinked slowly and tears ran down her face. A few of the tiny droplets landed on the hand he still had resting on her cheek. His body was shaking slightly, probably in shock from extreme blood loss.
“My… little… sister…” he said, his voice rough and choked. He started coughing harshly again, once more spattering her dress with blood. “But… but how? What… is going on? Where… Where am I?”