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Finn nodded and smiled softly at her. "Of course." "Do you remember getting stabbed? I know, it's never a good thought to go back to, but we just wanna make sure your memory is intact. You stumbled and fell as well, you do have a concussion." he asked supportively, taking her hand gently. |
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Sera blinked, her mind fuzzy as the words swirled around her like a distant fog. She glanced at Finn, his concerned expression pulling her back into the present. The mention of being stabbed made her stomach twist, but she couldn't quite grasp the memory. "I... I think so," she replied slowly, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears. "It feels... like a dream, blurry. I remember pain. A lot of it." She winced, trying to push past the confusion. "But... falling? No, I don't remember that. Was I... did I hurt myself more?" She squeezed his hand lightly, as if grounding herself in his touch, hoping for some clarity that her mind just couldn't provide. "Is... is everything really okay?" she asked, not sure if she even believed it herself. |
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Finn squeezed her hand back. "No, you're okay, just a minor concussion," he reassured her. "You'll be fine soon enough, you just need some rest." "It's normal for that to happen with trauma. Your memory of getting stabbed will slowly come back over the next few days or so. You should be able to even remember your thoughts when the stabbing occurred." "Everythings gonna be fine. You just need to heal and get some rest. Okay?" |
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Sera’s mind felt foggy, her body heavy. She tried to focus on Finn’s voice, the warmth of his hand in hers grounding her in the moment. But the words didn’t seem to sink in completely. "A minor concussion..." she repeated quietly, her voice sounding distant, even to her own ears. She tried to recall what had happened, the pain, the chaos—everything felt like it was slipping through her fingers, like trying to hold water. Stabbed. The word echoed in her mind, but the details were blurry, a haze she couldn't quite clear. “I… I don’t remember…” she whispered, her throat dry. Her gaze flickered up to meet his, seeking reassurance in his calm eyes. "I don't remember... everything. Is it really going to be okay?" She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that things would get better, but it all felt so unreal. How could she have almost died, and now be here, so disoriented, struggling to piece it all together? Still, she squeezed his hand back, the only thing that felt certain in this sea of confusion. “Okay…” she muttered softly, trying to believe him. Trying to hold on to the comfort he offered, even as her mind fought to remember. |
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Finn gave her a reassuring look. "You'll be just fine." he squeezed her hand. "I'm gonna go get some sleep in before morning. If you need anything, just yell at one of those nurses and they'll go and get me." he smiled at her. "Can you get some rest for me? Things will seem clearer after you get some sleep, I promise." |
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Sera watched Finn's reassuring smile, feeling a strange comfort from his words, even though her mind was still spinning. His hand around hers was warm, grounding her in the moment. She nodded slowly, trying to absorb his confidence, but she couldn’t help the knot of worry in her chest. “Yeah, okay... I’ll try to get some rest,” she whispered, forcing a small smile. The exhaustion in her body begged for sleep, but her thoughts kept racing. Finn was leaving, and the silence of the room would settle in, but for some reason, his promise made her want to believe it. "I'll be okay," she said, almost as if saying it out loud would make it true. "Sleep well, Finn. I'll try not to yell at the nurses," she added with a tired laugh, hoping it sounded lighter than she felt. She squeezed his hand back one last time before letting go, watching him walk away, knowing she had to face the dark alone for a little while. Still, his words lingered in her mind, making her want to believe that sleep could somehow bring clarity to the mess swirling inside her. |
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Finn nodded, smiling gently. He chuckled lightly at her little joke. "Get some rest Sera, sleep well," he murmured to her and swept a little loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Finn squeezed her hand again before letting go and standing up. "Goodnight, Sera," he said softly, giving her a soft look. Then with one last look, which was just a little too long to be just friendly, he turned and walked out of the infirmary tent. He passed the night nurses and told them if Sera needed anything they'd come and wake him up. Finn walked down to his tent. Micheal was already asleep as Finn got ready for bed, his mind stuck on her. Finn curled up on his cot, with one flimsy piece of cloth as a lousy excuse for a blanket. Yes, he was a bit cold that night, but anything to keep Sera warm. |
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The next morning, the sun had just started to peek through the flaps of the infirmary tent. The soft light filtered through the cloth, casting a gentle glow on the room. The sounds of the camp slowly began to stir as people woke, but for Sera, the early hours were still peaceful, tucked under a thin blanket, her breathing steady. As she started to wake, a dull ache in her body reminded her of the exhaustion from the day before. She shifted slightly, stretching with a small groan, feeling the stiffness in her limbs. The faint smell of herbs and medicine lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the infirmary's sterile atmosphere. Sera blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the light. The warmth of the morning sun was comforting against her skin, but it wasn’t quite enough to lift the weight of yesterday’s exhaustion. She sat up gingerly, finding the tent quiet except for the soft rustling of the nurses nearby. The memory of Finn’s presence the previous night crept into her mind. She thought of his words, his gentle touch, and the way he'd looked at her before leaving. A faint smile tugged at her lips, despite herself. Finn... She couldn’t shake the warmth his kindness had left behind. The nurse who had been assigned to her came over with a small bowl of soup, a gentle smile on her face. “How are you feeling this morning, Miss Sera?” she asked kindly, setting the food beside her. Sera gave a small nod, still slightly dazed from waking. “Better,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Thank you.” The nurse patted her shoulder before going about her work. As Sera slowly started to eat, her thoughts wandered again, back to the soft, lingering glance Finn had given her the night before. Maybe it was just kindness, she thought, or maybe... No, don’t overthink it. The camp was beginning to wake up, and soon the bustle of soldiers and workers would fill the air. But for now, Sera allowed herself a quiet moment to reflect on the feelings that had emerged in her heart, and the one who had sparked them. |
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Finn woke groggily the next morning from the wake-up bell. He dragged himself out of bed and pulled on a new set of clothes. "Hey, were you with Sera all night?" Micheal asked, nosy as ever. "Most of it." Finn yawned. "Nice," Micheal smirked. "Shut up, its not like that, you dirty-minded bastard." Finn scowled. Micheal just chuckled. The two boys made their way down to the mess tent for breakfast. They both loaded their plates then made their way over to Zoya. The trio stayed quiet again today, but it wasn't an awkward silence like yesterday, more of a peaceful silence. Once announcements were over and Finn finished his meal, he cleared his dishes before going off to the infirmary tent. Finn didn't even bother doing anything, instead he went straight over to Sera. "Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked softly, approaching her. |
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Sera's fingers tightened around Finn's hand, a fleeting flash of warmth beneath her cool exterior. She appreciated his concern, even if she didn't know how to fully reciprocate it. "I'll be alright," she assured him gruffly, trying to infuse some conviction into her words. It was a lie, but one she had mastered over the years - telling herself as much as others.The guilt still gnawed at her insides like a rat eating through rotting wood. Every life lost in battle weighed heavily on her conscience, each face superimposed over the countless nameless victims of war. But that didn't change the fact that this was what she'd been created for - a weapon designed to bring destruction and chaos upon command. |
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