My Everything
Episode 65
“Ineedafullreport,” Tharios says as he drops to Elowyn’s side. “And light.”
A lantern is brought closer, and Tharios reaches for Elowyn’s wrist before jerking back. “Whistling wind. She’s always spiked impressive fevers, but that’s hot even for her. I’m going to need Father and Cerian. And Mother, too.”
“We’re here. Tell us what to do,” King Lorial says as Rominy presses himself against the wall, out of the way.
“I can’t touch her. Mother, can you try to lower her fever enough for me to examine her?”
Queen Nestraya, whom Rominy barely recognizes, hovers her palms over Elowyn’s forehead and upper chest, and Rominy can’t even begin to guess what she’s doing.
“Someone give me a report,” Tharios says again. “How did she get like this?”
Rominy finds his tongue. “Someone threw a rock at her, and Dr. Fulton stitched the wound closed.”
King Lorial’s gaze burns into Rominy, and Rominy shrinks.
Then Elowyn’s words echo in his head.
Not your fault.
It feels like his fault.
A hand slips into his, and he turns to see Arisanna standing beside him.
He almost loses it right there.
But he needs to be strong for Elowyn.
“You sewed her flesh?” Tharios asks in thinly veiled horror.
Dr. Fulton finally speaks up. “It’s standard practice for a wound that won’t stop bleeding, Your Highness.”
Tharios mutters a string of unidentifiable words in Elvish, and Rominy leans toward Arisanna. “What did he say?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Where is her wound?” Tharios asks in Nunian. Then he curses again. “She’s so hot.”
“I’m trying to bring down her fever, but her fire magic is impossible,” Queen Nestraya says. “I knew it was strong, but I had no idea it was this powerful.”
“Her right arm,” Dr. Fulton says before Rominy can find his tongue.
Tharios glances at King Lorial. “Father—”
“I’ve got it.” King Lorial turns her arm gently, and she moans. His fire magic must protect him from her heat.
“Cerian, I need more light.”
Is Cerian in here?
A series of magic orb lights fly from beside Arisanna to illuminate the boxcar in near-blinding brightness.
“Sorry,” Cerian murmurs as the light dims.
He sounds as terrified as Rominy feels.
