Dangling from a Cliff

Fia felt his hand move quickly from her hair, she opened her eyes and moved quickly to a sitting position sending a jolt of pain in her abdomen. She winced lightly and then looked at him concerned, She half hugged him, "What's wrong?" She asked him a bit of panic in her voice. She wondered if he had over done it with shadow usage earlier, she looked at him with the utmost concern for him. She didn't care if she was in pain, especially if he was in pain. A small trickle of blood came from her stomach, luckily it was only her skin and not the organ itself. She didn't notice the small amount of blood coming from herself, she was more concerned about Albel.

She wished she could do something to help him, she didn't know what to do or how long it would last. She hugged him a bit tighter, ignoring the pain that came from her abdomen. Right now without Albel, she had nothing that really gave her happiness, besides fighting and losing herself in the pain which came from it. But Albel in such a short time had made her have something else to live for, and a happiness that didn't hurt her so much afterwards. She didn't want to lose him, even if he was only in a small amount of pain or it was merely a headache, anything that could be serious she didn't want to ignore. She held onto him, hoping somehow that her doing so would ease the pain he had.

"Relax, I'm fine."

She eased up a bit, the thought of anything taking him away from her so soon would hurt her much more. She had just grown attached to him and so fast, that the thought of losing someone she finally grew close to was like stabbing herself. Chances are if he died she'd lose her mind, she lost too many people already. He had finally brought light into her dark and lonesome road. Even if he was a shadow controller, in her eyes he was a bright and shimmering light of hope and happiness. Losing that hope and happiness would mean dying inside even more, walking alone back in darkness. She'd probably then become even more reckless in her fighting and end up killing herself in her own way. Hence why she was a bit overprotecting and worried about him.

"I just saw something..a sword..a black one. It was on this island way out in the middle of the ocean. I..I think it was meant for me.."

She merely smiled, "Then we should go check it out, if you tell me what the island looks like I can probably figure out which one it is. I've seen a lot of islands, probably this island will be easy to find with my knowledge, if not I know some reliable sources." She said lightly, her eyes looked a bit in pain, the small amount of blood coming from her stomach was slowly growing, she made a unsure face and laid back down resting her head on his lap again. "I'm sorry." She said lightly, she had to lay back down so the wound wouldn't bleed more. It was small at the moment, probably a stitch broke, she'd be okay if she didn't move a lot until it healed.

She smiled lightly, "I'm sure we'll find it." She acted as though she could leave the next day, though it was obvious she couldn't. She was always acting that her pain wasn't important, it had become more than a bad habit. It was part of her lifestyle, she ignored pain so that she could live. Though she didn't want him to worry about it, so she had forced herself to lay back down. Normally she wouldn't have gone to the hospital, she would've just went home and bandaged herself and possibly a day later someone would find her passed out. She didn't go to people for help, yes she had bad habits.