Gahereth Lloyd (gahereth) wrote in newbritain, @ 2011-12-28 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | when: the fall, where: camallate, who: gadriet, who: gahereth, who: lianor |
It's been two weeks since Gadriet woke up. Two weeks since the truth came out. Almost a month that Anna's been dead.
Gahereth and Lianor had been in Camallate when it happened, by chance really. (He should've been in Bredigan, and he wasn't, and even though the reason he wasn't there was because he'd been asked to come to Camallate, Gahereth still can't escape the thought that he should have been there. And he wasn't.) He'd been with his brothers almost constantly since then, except for nights when he went back to his own room, and his own wife, and lay down with her; he didn't talk much, and he slept even less.
He followed his brothers, like he'd done all his life, and he knew they were right -- he was sure they were right, Gwalchmai always made sense and if he hadn't, Medraut would've put sense into him -- and then Gadriet woke up. And they'd been wrong.
Gahereth has, up to today, avoided the hospital altogether. The last few days, he's avoided all of his brothers. But last night, Lianor sat up with him, talking; she looked worn out, worried, and Gahereth guessed she had a right to be both. "You all've suffered enough already," she'd said, "You might feel better if you go see him."
So here he is. Perched on the edge of the visitor's chair in Gadriet's room. Quietly waiting for him to wake up.