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"You could leave." Ecka said, falling back down into the dust, ignoring the pain. She wished she could just die. Slowly, Ecka started to cry again as she remembered that she and Cymbil were to be running right now. "My sister and I were going to run." She told him, wiping her tears away.
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"You have someone to run with. I have no one." Willie said simply.
Ecka looked away. She didn't say anything. She knew sometimes it was just nicer to be heard, so she nodded like she understood. She hoped he knew that she did. She hurt everywhere. "Talk to me." She told him.
He smiled. "I don't have much to talk about. My life is a bore." Willie said.
Ecka shook her head. "Then make something up." Her head was spinning. "Just anything that will...separate me from this pain. I need something, please."
Willie cringed. "Of course. Well, how about this. I'm assuming you don't know much about fire."
Ecka's breath increased at the word fire and she shook her head. "No, I don't." A part of her wished he was closer, holding her hand or some sort. She gulped and tugged at the shackles.
Willie leaned down and helps her re-position them. "Well, its not a hard element to learn, but there's more complicated things you can learn. I'm not very skilled in it."
Skilled enough to scar me for life. She thought sourly and then looked into his earnest, sensitive eyes and felt a pain of guilt. "Oh." She whispered.
"I could have rotted your skin off to the bone. But my fire's weak compared to some." Willie said.
Ecka gulped and curled up tighter subconciously at the thought. She ran her tongue over her lips in an attempt to bring some moisture to her mouth, swallowing her own saliva dryly. "Oh." She said again, not sure what to respond to that.
Willie had seen her. "Do you want a drink of water? As long as you promise not to bend it..."
Ecka nodded. "I-I don't think I have enough strength to anyway."
"Okay." He leaves the tent to get the water.
Ecka waits, weakly lifting her hand to examine it. She let it brush across her burn, but cried out in pain, dropping her hand again, trembling.
Willie returned a moment later, holding a water bottle. "Are you alright?" He said worriedly.
"I'm...Fine." She whispered, reaching out for the water bottle hungrily.
"Its mine, I hope you don't mind." Willie said holding it up to her lips.
"No." She yanked it out of his hands, not bothering to bend and drank it all in one hungry gulp, curling back up when she was done, feeling a little brother. She dabbed the water condensing on the inside of the bottle on her burn, wincing.
"Here." He said. "I'll get you more ointment." Willie got up and grabbed the tube. "I'll help." He dabs it to her face gently, trying not to apply presser.
Ecka didn't lift her head or object. She just stared ahead, barely feeling Willie's gentle hands. It didn't bring much relief anymore, but it felt good to know he was trying. She flinched as he pressed a wee bit harder, crying out for a split second and then biting her tongue to stop her self. "Sorry." She whispered, staring ahead still.
"It was my fault." He pulled away. "Do you need anything else?" Willie said slowly.
Ecka slid her head across the dust to look at him. "I don't think so." She said earnestly, tugging again at the shackles.
Willie frowned. "I can put something around those so they don't cuff..." He suggested.
"Can't you just take them off?" She asked quietly. Seeing his unsure look, she added, "I can't run away."
"Sure." Willie said and came over. He took them off.
"Thank you." She breathed, rubbing her raw bloody ankles gingerly. A part of her was bolting up and dashing away, but she knew she wasn't fast enough in this state, nor capable of seeing well enough.
Willie sat next to her, about a foot away. "So you have a sister?" He says.
"Her name is Cymbil." She said flatly, gulping dryly.
"Oh." Willie says slowly. He put his chin in his hands.
"Are you okay?" Ecka whispered. He didn't really have a right to be asked. She was the one who wasn't okay.
He sighed. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I can tell." Willie said and looked at her.
Ecka grunted tiredly in reply. "I'm sorry you're stuck in my company all day, Willie."
Willie smiled. "It's fine. I enjoy your company."
Do you? She thought scornfully. So glad one of us is happy. She smiled sadly at him. "Sorry. It uh, hurts....to do anything, I guess."
I bet. Willie thought. He looked at her with pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry."
She watched him carefully. "Are you? Do you care?" She asked, there was no scorn in her voice, but it was trembling.
"Yeah. I mean... I never meant to do that." He waved at her face.
"B-But...You did." She said. "It really hurts, idiot." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm so sorry." Willie said, and looked truly sorry.
Ecka bit her lip and sighed. "Sure." She rolled back onto her side and closed her eyes tight.
I really am. Willie sighed and went up and sat on his chair again. He wanted to do something to prove that he was, but he couldn't think what.
Ecka listened to him, eyes still closed. She tried to detach her self from her pain, but only felt it worse, like the whip marks were festering and the her skin was boiling again. Slowly, restlessly, she fell asleep.
Soon after, Ecka broke into a cold sweat and started clutching at the ground, crying again harder. She was dreaming that she was being chased again. Her sister and her were running out of clans, but there wall Willie, behind them, the flesh on their backs festering and burning, melting off their bones and turning hot pink and charred black. Then they were falling, the earth shattering under them like ice. Falling into piles of dead bodies, and as Ecka looked closer, the dead bodies she'd killed that day. She screamed in her sleep, thrashing and sobbing.
Soon after, Ecka broke into a cold sweat and started clutching at the ground, crying again harder. She was dreaming that she was being chased again. Her sister and her were running out of clans, but there wall Willie, behind them, the flesh on their backs festering and burning, melting off their bones and turning hot pink and charred black. Then they were falling, the earth shattering under them like ice. Falling into piles of dead bodies, and as Ecka looked closer, the dead bodies she'd killed that day. She screamed in her sleep, thrashing and sobbing.
Willie heard this and came up her. He kneeled next to her. "Shh, it's okay, It'll be alright." He ran a hand along the back of her hair.
Ecka quieted and stilled, in her sleep inching closer to Willie and pressing her body up against his, laying her head on his shoulder. She slept peacefully, nuzzling his arm and calming.
Willie sighed happily and kissed her forehead gently.
Slowly, Ecka woke up. She was aware of another body pressed against hers vaguely, but a haze of pain and dizziness blocked her from thinking clearly. Unsure why she had woken up in a tent, she presumed it was her sister, forgetting the previous day. She turned her head and snuggled into the crook of Willie's arm. Before realizing who it was. She drew in a sharp intake of breath and almost scrambled away. Her eyebrows crooked up in pain. "Wh...What are you doing here?" She didn't move. He was warm.
"I-I'm sorry. Do-do you want me to leave?" Willie asked lightly, slightly pulling away.
