Aderyn Rhiannon Ceredig (feuillemort) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-08-16 12:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | aderyn ceredig, iestyn ceredig, saint david, saint patrick |
Who: Aderyn Ceredig, Saint David, and then Iestyn Ceredig, etc
What: Waking up
When: Sunday
Where: Hopsital
Warnings/Notes: TBA - talk of past torture
On Sunday, exactly three weeks after she had been taken, and two days since her liberation, Addy woke up.
She had been well and truly past saving by the time they got her to the hospital, despite all the interventions modern medicine could offer. The most that could have been done for her, was allowing her to slip away peacefully and without pain. That was, until her Sainted father granted her some of his strength, allowing her body to fight. And fight she did.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she groaned, flopping her head to the side. She could feel she was tied down, though she hadn't realised her chains had been swapped for soft medical restraints, only to stop her from waking up roughly and pulling out necessary tubes. When she managed to open her eyes, she expected to see the basement, to see the sleeping, broken form of Iestyn on the floor. Instead she saw her father, half asleep in a chair, his hand in hers. She couldn't speak yet, so she squeezed his hand, ever so slightly, hoping he would see her.
Was this real?
Was this Heaven?