Bruises (Part 2 of 5)

Adelheide winced at the pain. She couldn’t move without some part of her body informing her most insistently that it did not approve of any such activity. In fact, if she were to hazard a guess without any visual confirmation, she’d estimate that perhaps 99.7% of her body was covered in bruises. Or perhaps, one single large bruise was covering 99.7% of her body? She wondered idly what percentage of blue vs. purple the bruise was…

She wondered where she was. She wondered how she got there. And, perhaps most importantly, she wondered how she was going to get home, before Nikolas became concerned and started looking for her. Then, she started to wonder how many decibels of shouting and how many hours of prolonged exposure she’d be sitting through, once he found her.

She winced again. This time, in fearful anticipation.

Unless…

Well, maybe if she were able to get someone to do a bit of healing, Nik wouldn’t be quite so upset. He’d still be angry – understandably so, after all, considering the amount of physical pummeling she’d endured, after promising to stay out of trouble – but, perhaps, not as angry. She hoped.

Unfortunately, in her current condition, she found it highly improbable that she’d be able to move enough to locate her gnomish voicebox. Which meant, of course, she’d be unable to contact anyone for any type of help. She pondered her situation.

Spot chittered.

“SPOT!” Addy murmured happily. “I’m glad… worried… big tauren… thought… squished you.”

The mechanical squirrel chittered again, and cleaned its ear.

An idea bloomed. “Spot… Spot listen. Go get help… not Nik… healing… go get…”

Spot chittered and sat there a moment, watching her. Desperately, she repeated her instructions. “Spot… help… “

The effort to speak finally was too much for her tired body to take, and she slid back into unconsciousness for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, Spot was gone.