The closer Marie drew, the more prominent the expression of fear etched itself into her lovely features. Even in such a state, she was still the most beautiful person in the room. He wanted to reach out to her, to assure her that he was alright, but there wasn't much evidence to back him up. That he wasn't able to use his arm was proof enough, not to mention how seeped with blood the stretcher already was. But Faustus smiled at her; a lazy grin was all he could manage, as anything else felt like he was moving through molasses. Before he wasn't able to take her hand because of the pain, but now...now it felt as if he was struggling to even move his limbs beyond their current positions.
And then she was saying his name, like honey on her lips, and before he could respond, she set about directing her co-workers in a voice he rarely heard from her. It was as sharp a tone as he figured could come from her, with all the firmness she had employed against him all those weeks ago when he was injured at the Sanditon. Faustus wanted to chuckle in amusement, but the most he could manage was a poorly timed cough.
Once in a room, Faustus felt himself be set down, and others quickly exited the room to give Marie the floor. "We went in as reinforcements, Sterling and I and a few others." It was as if his throat were rubbing against cobblestones, as he tried to get his explanation out. "Then they ambushed us with a host of potions. Something that smelled of burning tar. The last thing I remember was running towards Sterling before I got thrown against something."
Amongst all the swirling colors and images in his vision, Faustus managed to focus on her. "It's good to see you." He whispered, smiling again. "I thought I wouldn't."
And then she was saying his name, like honey on her lips, and before he could respond, she set about directing her co-workers in a voice he rarely heard from her. It was as sharp a tone as he figured could come from her, with all the firmness she had employed against him all those weeks ago when he was injured at the Sanditon. Faustus wanted to chuckle in amusement, but the most he could manage was a poorly timed cough.
Once in a room, Faustus felt himself be set down, and others quickly exited the room to give Marie the floor. "We went in as reinforcements, Sterling and I and a few others." It was as if his throat were rubbing against cobblestones, as he tried to get his explanation out. "Then they ambushed us with a host of potions. Something that smelled of burning tar. The last thing I remember was running towards Sterling before I got thrown against something."
Amongst all the swirling colors and images in his vision, Faustus managed to focus on her. "It's good to see you." He whispered, smiling again. "I thought I wouldn't."