It's hard to say just how long I have been unconscious. When I finally come to, I find myself on my back with my head in Ridley's lap, stripped of my shirt and suit jacket. Waking up was it's own version of death or something akin to it. Trying to move is agonizing, my knees feel like they can audibly creak like a floorboard, my head feels ready to split after Ty's exhaustive efforts to teach me a lesson. Ridley is hovering her hands around my head and is channeling what little conjury she has to channel restorative Aether haphazardly into me. She has a small spark for aetherial manipulation, but she would always uncharacteristically rebel and rarely attend the sessions I had arranged with masters of the art to improve her techniques.
The strain splayed across Ridley's face makes me feel concerned for her as I lie here. Tears are streaming out of her closed eyes as she gnashes her teeth and keeps trying to restore me to any capacity. She startles from her concentration and lets out a desperate and exhausted sigh as my hand holds her cheek, assuring her that I'm not dead despite the condition she found me. For a few moments, we both stay on the floor as I look up to her, my house feeling oppressively quiet as I remember Tsubasa's corpse and also note a lack of hearing anything from Ty.
With a pained and dry swallow I finally break the silence in the house and can only whisper out “Is he alive?â€
Ridley nods once to me as she runs her hands across her face to wipe away her tears. Her voice is shaky at first but quickly and evenly smooths itself out to her typically terse demeanor “Here. I'm going to get you water for your voice.†She starts to sit up, taking care to place my head gently on the floor so I can lay flat and wait for her. Before she can start to the kitchen I, gesture with my hand to indicate her to move in close for me to whisper to her “Bring me my sugarâ€.
She starts to look at me in protest but a slight and rigid turn of my head gives her the message. She returns shortly enough, sitting on her legs beside me on the floor with a glass of water and my familiar vial of white powder. I try to sit up under my own power, but the shock of pain that erupts from my entire core makes me flop back onto the floor gasping for air. Ty did nearly kill me, and the thought boils over in me causing me to snatch the vial from Ridley's hand and bite the cork to pull it off with my teeth. This will enable me to be able to sit upright at least is all I can think of. The thought of being laid low by Ty makes me feel truly terrible with rage as I grit through the disgusting flavor of the entire vials contents being dumped in my mouth all at once. Hurriedly I grab the water from Ridley, sloshing a majority of the water from out the glass as I try and wash it all down. The drugs and water make me start coughing sharply as I gag on the flavor and trying to swallow it all while lying on my back. Now I just need to lie in wait for the effects to kick in.
My heart takes off into a race to see if it can kill me before Ty's damage can, beating visibly and furiously under my chest and causing no small level of anguish that feels like what I can only equate to a sharp stab. It forces a scream of pain from me as I writhe while my eyes go wild with dilation and refocusing, a slow burn rolling through my body that deadens everything it touches. Soon enough the scorching pain subsides due to all of my nerves being overwhelmed, and I take to trying to sit up again after my mind clears from the barrage of the drug's effects. Ridley helps me up, this time I am not held back by my injuries as I sit upright on the floor and scan the room. I note Ty's form is now slumped forward in a chair, bound as I was to it. He has a gash in his hair somewhere that Ridley must have given him due to the blood that has dried on his face. Seeing him alive brings me a sense of satisfaction and pride. I love Ridley; I love her more than Ul'dah loves gil.
With my mind and plan set for Ty I motion with my head and arm held out to have Ridley help me up. Standing is surprisingly easy though my right knee trembles as I finally get up off the floor. I'm excited, my mind racing with permutations of how to exactly deal with Ty. I take the first few steps towards Ty, struggling to maintain balance since I've been tied down so long. As we loom over Ty, his stupid looking expression on makes me grind me teeth for a moment.
My voice comes off as shaky at first, making me swallow hard to try and compose myself “Wake him Ridley.â€
The strain splayed across Ridley's face makes me feel concerned for her as I lie here. Tears are streaming out of her closed eyes as she gnashes her teeth and keeps trying to restore me to any capacity. She startles from her concentration and lets out a desperate and exhausted sigh as my hand holds her cheek, assuring her that I'm not dead despite the condition she found me. For a few moments, we both stay on the floor as I look up to her, my house feeling oppressively quiet as I remember Tsubasa's corpse and also note a lack of hearing anything from Ty.
With a pained and dry swallow I finally break the silence in the house and can only whisper out “Is he alive?â€
Ridley nods once to me as she runs her hands across her face to wipe away her tears. Her voice is shaky at first but quickly and evenly smooths itself out to her typically terse demeanor “Here. I'm going to get you water for your voice.†She starts to sit up, taking care to place my head gently on the floor so I can lay flat and wait for her. Before she can start to the kitchen I, gesture with my hand to indicate her to move in close for me to whisper to her “Bring me my sugarâ€.
She starts to look at me in protest but a slight and rigid turn of my head gives her the message. She returns shortly enough, sitting on her legs beside me on the floor with a glass of water and my familiar vial of white powder. I try to sit up under my own power, but the shock of pain that erupts from my entire core makes me flop back onto the floor gasping for air. Ty did nearly kill me, and the thought boils over in me causing me to snatch the vial from Ridley's hand and bite the cork to pull it off with my teeth. This will enable me to be able to sit upright at least is all I can think of. The thought of being laid low by Ty makes me feel truly terrible with rage as I grit through the disgusting flavor of the entire vials contents being dumped in my mouth all at once. Hurriedly I grab the water from Ridley, sloshing a majority of the water from out the glass as I try and wash it all down. The drugs and water make me start coughing sharply as I gag on the flavor and trying to swallow it all while lying on my back. Now I just need to lie in wait for the effects to kick in.
My heart takes off into a race to see if it can kill me before Ty's damage can, beating visibly and furiously under my chest and causing no small level of anguish that feels like what I can only equate to a sharp stab. It forces a scream of pain from me as I writhe while my eyes go wild with dilation and refocusing, a slow burn rolling through my body that deadens everything it touches. Soon enough the scorching pain subsides due to all of my nerves being overwhelmed, and I take to trying to sit up again after my mind clears from the barrage of the drug's effects. Ridley helps me up, this time I am not held back by my injuries as I sit upright on the floor and scan the room. I note Ty's form is now slumped forward in a chair, bound as I was to it. He has a gash in his hair somewhere that Ridley must have given him due to the blood that has dried on his face. Seeing him alive brings me a sense of satisfaction and pride. I love Ridley; I love her more than Ul'dah loves gil.
With my mind and plan set for Ty I motion with my head and arm held out to have Ridley help me up. Standing is surprisingly easy though my right knee trembles as I finally get up off the floor. I'm excited, my mind racing with permutations of how to exactly deal with Ty. I take the first few steps towards Ty, struggling to maintain balance since I've been tied down so long. As we loom over Ty, his stupid looking expression on makes me grind me teeth for a moment.
My voice comes off as shaky at first, making me swallow hard to try and compose myself “Wake him Ridley.â€