Since arriving back at camp, her almost lifeless body was rushed to the medical ward and placed in one of the many beds. She was unconscious during it all: being hurried to the ward, set in the bed, her clothes coming off and bloody bandages unraveled, being put into a fresh gown, the multiple needles and IVs inserted into her veins to keep her alive. She couldn’t feel the burning pain in her blood, or her back anymore. It wasn’t even pain, it was just a numbing feeling. The poison had almost killed her, any longer, and the antidote wouldn’t have been effective.
The nurses hooked up a blood pack to her veins, giving her more blood that she lost. The nurses cleaned her up as best they could, cleaning and disinfecting her back, the numerous gashes and healing scars that had been left on her white skin, the scars that Colton would have barged in to see: the scars that Eva never wanted anyone to know about.
Although of course, she had no idea of it.
When the poison was finally healed from multiple antidotes and multiple cleanings of her wounds, they bandaged her up— back and forehead —then left her alone to rest. It had been multiple hours since sunrise when they arrived, herself and the Cossack, and it wouldn’t be until evening that she would wake up.
She slept soundly on the hospital bed. She was on her back, even though she was bruised and bloody back there, the nurses knew she would sleep the best in that position. For the first time in over a week, the bed was comfortable, she had a think blanket, she was in clean clothes, her wounds were properly cleaned, and she was in a bright room. And luckily for the redhead, she had been knocked out so hard from the poison that she had a dreamless sleep. Finally, no nightmares to interrupt her resting.
The first thing she heard was the faint shick, shick, shick, of a dull knife swiping away at something. Something hard, something wet? Probably food. She didn’t hear heavy footsteps, or feel cold or sore. Well, that was a lie. She was rather sore, however she hadn’t had a chance to move and realize that she was.
Her eyes opened slowly, and she stared at the ceiling, watching the slow rotating ceiling fan stare down at her in the bright room. A few moments later, she finally noticed the man sitting in a seat next to her bed. She blink heavily, then very slowly turned her head a bit. She felt the muscles in her neck strain in pain, and she let out a small groan.
It was Colton. Colton was there at the side of her bed. If she was alive and awake, then her heart would have fluttered, but in her current state of healing, her heart had more important matters than fluttering at the sight of someone who she didn’t even know had returning feelings for her. She opened her mouth slowly to call his name, her eyes heavy and closing for a moment.
Her mouth soon followed. Her throat was dry, very scratchy. The only sound she managed was a weak grunt from the back of her throat.
For what seemed like aeons his ears had grown accustomed to the soft background noise of the medical word. The tiny moan that escaped Eva’s mouth was like an alarm that woke him up from the half-life he was living.
Eva forced her heavy eyes open once when she heard the man’s voice. There was another sound before it, a thud, but her head hurt too much to try and think much about it. She could feel something around her head, wrapped a little above her forehead. She didn’t dare move the rest of her body, knowing that if there were any traces of poison left, that she would be in tremendous amounts of pain.
She watched the man with heavy eyes, looking at his face, into his hazel eyes. She had missed them so much, and she had missed his voice, his face, his huge arms, his soft hands, his laugh, his smile… He was so handsome. It only took her to be away and desperate for over a week to realize just how handsome and important he was to her. His face was always so clean-shaven and his eyes were always so gentle. But now, they were neither. His eyes had lines under them as if he hadn’t slept in a week (his must have matched her’s then), and he had let himself grow stubble. That was a first. He normally shaved twice a day (so she would always tease him about).
She felt the corners of her mouth tug weakly, wanting to smile as they did. She opened her mouth again, but this time managed a word.
He did as bade, without hesitation. He hovered over Eva, face inches from hers. For a terrible moment, he thought that she was dying, that these would be here last words. He strained to hear her. Colton could hear every breath, every heart beat.
He stared at her, waiting. He swallowed, leaving his mouth unbearably dry. “What is it, Eva?” He asked. Arceus, he could say her name a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough.