08-16-2019, 08:28 PM
Nox's body hung limply from his shoulders, limbs swaying as he jogged through the tunnels following after Lih and the dog. His enhanced vision picked out the light up ahead. Finally. He remembered how it had felt the last time he had emerged from them after that hunt with Xena. The feeling of the oppressive weight of the rock and steel and earth above him had leaving him to breath easily.
Strange. This time, he felt no change at the sight. Oh, he was glad to be out. Definitely. The job was done. He had some breathing room with Yun. Time to figure things out. And Nox needed help fast. He wasn't gonna bleed out or anything- the slice had cauterized the wound- but a body could go into shock after something like that. Especially if you were exhausted. And he knew, channeling was exhausting.
He knew, because he was tired.
He'd noticed Lih looking at him oddly. He wondered what that was about. The Rook had manned up, in the end. Still green, but this kind of thing made you learn fast. Maybe that was it. Just shock from the fight.
They emerged into the sun shining down and blinding him. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut, the pink light still visible through his eyelids. The power made everything brighter and overwhelming. The walls of his bubble shook at the onslaught of sensation, and in desperation, he let it go.
It felt like a balloon had popped, all the air escaping in one single moment. Suddenly Nox's weight was heavy on his shoulders. Not that the man was big or weighed much or anything. He just hadn't realized how tired he really was. His knees shook but he took a deep breath and firmed them.
His voice shaky, 'Yes, please Lih." With some strain, he knelt and carefully laid Nox's body on the ground before falling back to sit, arms resting on his knees. Still squinting, one eye closed completely, he looked at Lih, breathing. "Well, that was something." He sighed and reached for Nox's pack, digging through it. There it was. A water bottle. He heaved himself forward and then tore a sleeve off his own shirt, soaking it. Folded, he placed the wet cloth on Nox's forehead.
He looked again at Lih apologetically. "All I can do at the moment," He couldn't hide the regret in his voice. He looked again at Nox. "I wish the Padre, Jensen James, was here. He could heal Nox....maybe.", his voice trailing off. He was frustrated, gently touching the wrapped stump. Voice sad, "But how do you heal a stump..."
They waited for the ambulance.
Strange. This time, he felt no change at the sight. Oh, he was glad to be out. Definitely. The job was done. He had some breathing room with Yun. Time to figure things out. And Nox needed help fast. He wasn't gonna bleed out or anything- the slice had cauterized the wound- but a body could go into shock after something like that. Especially if you were exhausted. And he knew, channeling was exhausting.
He knew, because he was tired.
He'd noticed Lih looking at him oddly. He wondered what that was about. The Rook had manned up, in the end. Still green, but this kind of thing made you learn fast. Maybe that was it. Just shock from the fight.
They emerged into the sun shining down and blinding him. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut, the pink light still visible through his eyelids. The power made everything brighter and overwhelming. The walls of his bubble shook at the onslaught of sensation, and in desperation, he let it go.
It felt like a balloon had popped, all the air escaping in one single moment. Suddenly Nox's weight was heavy on his shoulders. Not that the man was big or weighed much or anything. He just hadn't realized how tired he really was. His knees shook but he took a deep breath and firmed them.
His voice shaky, 'Yes, please Lih." With some strain, he knelt and carefully laid Nox's body on the ground before falling back to sit, arms resting on his knees. Still squinting, one eye closed completely, he looked at Lih, breathing. "Well, that was something." He sighed and reached for Nox's pack, digging through it. There it was. A water bottle. He heaved himself forward and then tore a sleeve off his own shirt, soaking it. Folded, he placed the wet cloth on Nox's forehead.
He looked again at Lih apologetically. "All I can do at the moment," He couldn't hide the regret in his voice. He looked again at Nox. "I wish the Padre, Jensen James, was here. He could heal Nox....maybe.", his voice trailing off. He was frustrated, gently touching the wrapped stump. Voice sad, "But how do you heal a stump..."
They waited for the ambulance.