nothing left to say (open)
POSTED ON Oct 4, 2014 14:59:37 GMT -8
Post by Kyle West on Oct 4, 2014 14:59:37 GMT -8
Kyle didn't remember momentarily waking up to the face of Dylan Jameson in the tunnel, kneeling over him in concern and somehow calmly telling him to stay with him, to stay awake. He felt himself hoisted into Dylan's arms and lost consciousness shortly after. When he came to again, he was lying on a cot in the infirmary, Erin Davis hovering over him, quietly singing a song to his father, Apollo, as he attempted to heal the Praetor. Erin usually didn't work in the infirmary, despite having the ability to heal, because he thought he wasn't good at it and the infirmary made him very uncomfortable. Dylan stood at the end of the cot, arms crossed over his chest, concern written all over his face.
It was actually a relief to Kyle, seeing the concern on Dylan and Erin's faces. There were moments when he thought the camp would be better off if he just left. But this made him remember that he had friends here. The infirmary doors pushed open and Jaymes Austin rushed in with Lucas Carter at his side, both huffing as if they'd ran all around the camp.
"We told Flynn and the other Centurions like you asked," Jaymes said once he caught his breath, "They're on their way, though I think others may be looking around the camp for the intruder."
Remembering what had happened, Kyle tried to sit up to which Erin quickly put a hand on his non-injured shoulder. "You need to rest."
"We have an intruder," Kyle stated, gently pushing Erin's hand away. He moved so he was sitting up straight and paused to grimace. His face hurt when he talked. Did he have a broken jaw? He'd never gotten a broken jaw before so he wasn't quite sure. "I should be helping find him. You can treat me later."
"Absolutely not," Dylan said and Kyle wondered if that was an order or not, "You were attacked. Brutally. The experienced Legionnaires are out looking, I'm sure. The camp's worried about your health so what you need to do is get treated, now."
Kyle hesitated. "The whole camp?"
Dylan sighed and ran a hand over his face. "I didn't go around asking everyone, but I also don't lie, Kyle."
Kyle fell silent and slumped against the wall behind the back of the cot. Erin turned to Jaymes, asking for a wet towel. When handed one, he reached forward and began to gently wipe blood from Kyle's face, who winced, causing Erin to apologize every time he saw the son of Jupiter wince. Both Lucas and Jaymes stood on either side of the doorway leading to the infirmary, obviously waiting for orders from either the Centurion or Praetor.
Lucas cleared his throat. "Should we be out looking?" he asked, hand resting on the hilt of the sword he carried. It was a generic sword handed out to the Legionnaires who didn't have their own personal weapons.
Dylan shook his head. Kyle wasn't sure where he stood with Dylan. They weren't exactly friends, but the Centurion didn't seem to dislike him. Dylan was friends with Flynn, he thought. "We'll stay here in case Erin needs us. You two will leave if you're asked to." Jaymes and Lucas nodded their heads, understanding.
Jaymes moved and sat down on the edge of the cot, opposite of Erin. He took the wet towel and continued to clean the Praetors face. Kyle realized with a start that his shirt had been cut off and blushed. Jaymes grinned and moved the towel down to gently clean blood off the wound on his shoulder. "You heal him, I can do this," he said to Erin, who nodded in acknowledgment.
"Is there anything you can tell us?" Dylan asked, looking to Kyle. "Anything about the intruder?"
Kyle stared at his hands, feeling an immense amount of guilt boiling up. There was an intruder at Camp Jupiter. He'd let him get away. He'd fallen too easily. It was his fault. His throat felt dry. "Male, probably a demigod. He... he didn't give off a monster vibe. I don't know what camp he's from, maybe the Greeks."
"Now we don't want to jump to conclusions," Dylan insisted, "Could have even been a Roman. We'll find him and question him, I'm certain. You fought well though, Kyle."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "No I didn't, I lost."
Dylan paused, exchanging a look with Lucas, who had come to stand at his side. "Everyone loses from time to time. It's a part of life."
"I should have fought harder."
"Kyle, you didn't know what you were up agai-"
"I should have fought harder," Kyle snapped. The four other boys fell silent and stared at him for a moment before the sound of someone entering the infirmary broke the moment.
WORDS:; 802
OUFITS:; Kyle, Erin, Dylan, Jaymes, Lucas
TAG:; Open
MUSE:; Nothing Left to Say by Imagine Dragons
NOTES:; Takes place not too long after Klaus' first post in Muffin Man.