The sun turned in the sky without interruption. As it once more returned to the sky Chris had begun to stir in the bed. Her eyelids fluttered open for a few seconds at a time, and her entire body felt like it was made of lead.
"--" She tried to call out, but her voice was so weak and dry that the only sound was a wheeze.
"Zev….ve.." a little louder, her head was screaming at her. All of the noises and lights were amplified in her brain.
But this time her voice was able to draw attention. Rushing in, Brennan burst into the room anxious of what he might see.
To his relief, Chris was laying in bed looking around her with partially lucid eyes. She turned her gaze to him. It was clear by her furrowed brow that he was not who she wanted. "Zeven?"
Brennan shook his head, "he's not here."
Like a bolt of lightning, Chris sprang up from the bed. Jumping onto unstable feet in a body she could not feel. The minute her feet hit the floor the crumbled underneath her. Luckily Brennan was there to catch her before she added to her shoulder injury. It was concerning that she hadn't seemed to notice any pain from it, but it was even more so when she began vomiting.
The sudden motion from lying down to upright combined with blood loss made for a dangerous concoction. She shook violently in Brennan's arms as she vomited up bile. Tears burnt down her face mixing in with her drool, her entire face red. Even when she stopped throwing up, the shaking continued.
She could not feel her body nor Brennan behind her. Everything was numb, perhaps if the pain had been there, she would have been able to focus on something and come to her senses. Instead she was stuck in the haze of nothingness, calling out in a broken voice for someone who was not there.
Brennan waited there patiently, cradling her as best he could until her crys finally died down. Lifting her up in his arms he placed her back onto the bed. Taking a wet rag, he cleaned her. Gently he wiped sweat, tears, and bile from her before tucking the covers around her once more.
He sat down at the head of her bed. Propping her head on his lap, he started removing the pins that held her hair in place. The braids had long since lost their beauty growing dirty and falling apart. One by one he removed each pin making a pile off to the side.
When they were all out, he began to work his fingers through her platinum hair. Brushing through the tangles and knots till her hair slipped through his fingers. With the same amount of care, he braided it before tucking it down beside her. No less lovingly that Zeven had been when he touched her.