Lotus Blossom
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She hesitated. "How old are you now?"
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Jane silently went to readjust his casts, wrapping the ointment around his wounds once more. She kept her eyes on his wounds as she spoke. "You were the youngest, then? How many siblings did you have? How old were you during the rebellion?"
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"I'm sorry. I am. And I'm always here if you want to talk to me, but I doubt you will. But just know that I understand what is impossible to say in words. And I won't try to put it in words. So just understand that I'm here, and you're here, and we're both alive, and we're both figuring out our life, and that we both get it and get each other. If that helps you. I know it helps me." She looked up at the sky for a moment. "You know, pain is like a back-stabbing two-faced old childhood friend who has been one of your enemies but still who you cling onto when all else seems bleak and you want to remember something from the days of nostalgia. If that makes any sense. That's how I see it. Everyone experiences it differently. No one can tell how much something will hurt. But we can never predict or measure pain. It's something different. Another dimension. Human minds can scarcely comprehend it. So it just takes everything from us. Everything, away. In a moment. And it never gets better. And you never stop falling." Jane closed her eyes. "Were they all older than you?" She asked in a husky, quieter voice.
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"Five." She nodded to herself, making a fist in her pocket. "I had five siblings. Did your siblings die in the rebellion?"
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"Yeah, I remember their names. Who were your parents? Do you have any siblings?"
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WOW LIFE HIT ME IN THE FACE.
i'm so so sorry for being afk w/o warning the last few days have been so rough i'm sorry
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"Did you know the names of your parents?"
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Jane finished with his limbs and moved to his shoulders, lightly readjusting his position. "Where did you grow up?"
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"Okay, can I keep bandaging you?" she asked before resuming to the casts.
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Jane stopped briefly, allowing for him to catch his breath. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned for his pain. She didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want to hurt anyone.
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"Alright there we go," Jane proudly presented her constructions. She inspected his wounds. "Let's start with your legs." She carefully began bandaging the makeshift cast to his leg, holding the injuries in place.
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Jane began using the axe to break off smaller slabs of bark are sturdy twigs that could be used for stiting and casting.
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"Let's get you all wrapped up in the stilts and I'll go check out that house,"
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"I prefer the company." Jane paused, "And it's not as if I've been the most helpful either lately," she said, laughing a little.
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"Oh." Jane set down the branch, "Yeah, actually, that's fair." She looked at him and back at the branch. "But we could make you a stilt. Like a cast. For your sprains and broken bones. I can use some of the fabric from my clothes to tie it to your limbs and your shoulder blade, which will help you heal!"
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"Your crutches!" Jane set down the branch. "We just need to cut it down a little. Where's the axe?" "Whoa, would you look at that." Jane smiled, "It looks like someone has a house around here. In the arena! Isn't that funny."
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Jane emerged a few moments later, lugging a very large branch on her shoulder, the leafy end dragging across the grass.
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Jane called from nearby bushes, her voice muffled. "Hey I think I found something!"
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Halfway through exams.
One more week.
And I'm done.
:tired_smile: <-- [how come this isn't an emoji yet]
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"Hm." Jane stood up. "We'll need to make you crutches." She tried finding branches nearby.
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"Oh hush," Jane swatted at him playfully, "Your bleeding already slowed down. That's good."
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"You're not dead weight," Jane said gently, smiling a little and patting him lightly on the back as he coughed. "Let's wait out here until you get a bit better." She looked around. "I'm in no rush to get myself killed."
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Jane sat back down, swinging her pack back off her shoulder. "That's okay. Sit here then; I'll stay. If anyone comes, I'll be on the lookout." She offered him a piece of the food rations she had in her pack. "Take this, you'll need it to recover from those wounds." Why was helping people so, so, hard?
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Jane paused and turned back to him, "Wanna go somewhere else?" She shrugged and grinned.
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"What's important here?"
