Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Aug 14, 2007 20:08:41 GMT
((I'm behind, but what's new? This is after the battle.))
They'd done it.
Macy was back, and a few hours later, so were the rest of the Warriors who hadn't gone with Macy.
They'd continued to fight for another few hours, then the enemy commander, Commander Medices, was killed by a misfired bolt of lightning from one of his own soldiers. One of the soldiers screamed, "You prat, you killed the Commander!", and everything went quiet. In the two seconds of silence, the entire enemy disappeared, like that, by whatever means. After this completely baffling exit, the Spies had gone forward to search for any important information that could come in useful. The Carers went forward to help the injured. And the Warriors... breathed.
They hadn't lost one Warrior, but Ollie Sanders had had his leg mangled by the vines shot out by the enemy, and the hospital Matron didn't think that she could save it.
As she walked up through the corridors, Madeleine reflected on how lucky she had been to be able to get out of the grasp of the roots, and with only a cut to her arm.
How lucky she was to escape getting seriously hurt in the whole battle.
So, when they'd come home, the other Warriors reported to Professor Hoodham while Madeleine and Levi continued to use their joint air powers to lift Ollie into the Hospital Wing, where she'd waited with him to see if he'd be okay.
The worst part was, he was sitting up and cracking jokes through his pain. He was laughing and bemoaning his own stupidity... how do you tell someone that's sitting up and making jokes that they're going to lose their leg? Even through hearing that, he'd continued to joke and laugh gently about it.
While leaving, Madeleine had gone in to check on Macy, but she was out of it.
So, she'd gone upstairs.
She knew that she should report to Professor Hoodham, but right now, she didn't want to. She didn't want to talk about the battle - the adrenaline high had gone, and now she was just Madeleine again, and she was tired. There was only person that she wanted to see, and he wasn't Professor Hoodham.
As she walked through the corridors of the school, people kept stopping her to talk to her. Never mind the fact that she was still wearing the bloodstained clothes that she'd worn under her armour; they wanted a friendly chat and to congratulate her.
But Madeleine didn't want to be congratulated. She didn't feel like she should be congratulated, not after Ollie's leg. That didn't make her feel as though she'd looked after her warriors, her team, like she should have.
Not that she wasn't thrilled that Macy was back. At the minute, it was only herself and Kira in the dorm, but at least Will and Macy were only in the hospital wing, just on the other side of the building. They were safe, and according to Matron, they'd be okay. Eventually.
And that was all that mattered.
They were all alive.
As people stopped her to talk, she brushed them off with a polite smile and the excuse of needing to change, and headed straight towards the common room.
And when she'd pushed open the heavy wooden doors, she saw the person that she wanted to see, sitting with his back to her, beside the chessboard and the fire.
She walked over silently, then coughed.
Lee turned around swiftly at the noise, looking relieved when he saw that it was Madeleine standing beside him. He quickly pulled her into a hug, saying, "Oh, thank God...when they came back and you weren't there, I thought..." His voice sounded oddly muffled.
She hugged him tightly, feeling so glad to be there, so glad to see him. "I told you I wouldn't die, right?" she muttered. "I keep my promises."
He pulled back from her, staring at her as if he wasn't quite sure that she was there. As he stared, he looked at her arm, and his blue eyes clouded over with concern. "What happened to your arm?"
Madeleine glanced at the place on her arm where the bloodstained cloth had been cut through, and the half-healed cut showed through. "It's nothing," she said dismissively, poking at it gingerly.
It'd be fine.
Lee nodded, not quite convinced. "I'm glad you didn't die."
She looked at him, and as she registered how tired and relieved he looked, felt a rush of something that she couldn't quite place. "You know what," she said quietly, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "So am I."
They'd done it.
Macy was back, and a few hours later, so were the rest of the Warriors who hadn't gone with Macy.
They'd continued to fight for another few hours, then the enemy commander, Commander Medices, was killed by a misfired bolt of lightning from one of his own soldiers. One of the soldiers screamed, "You prat, you killed the Commander!", and everything went quiet. In the two seconds of silence, the entire enemy disappeared, like that, by whatever means. After this completely baffling exit, the Spies had gone forward to search for any important information that could come in useful. The Carers went forward to help the injured. And the Warriors... breathed.
They hadn't lost one Warrior, but Ollie Sanders had had his leg mangled by the vines shot out by the enemy, and the hospital Matron didn't think that she could save it.
As she walked up through the corridors, Madeleine reflected on how lucky she had been to be able to get out of the grasp of the roots, and with only a cut to her arm.
How lucky she was to escape getting seriously hurt in the whole battle.
So, when they'd come home, the other Warriors reported to Professor Hoodham while Madeleine and Levi continued to use their joint air powers to lift Ollie into the Hospital Wing, where she'd waited with him to see if he'd be okay.
The worst part was, he was sitting up and cracking jokes through his pain. He was laughing and bemoaning his own stupidity... how do you tell someone that's sitting up and making jokes that they're going to lose their leg? Even through hearing that, he'd continued to joke and laugh gently about it.
While leaving, Madeleine had gone in to check on Macy, but she was out of it.
So, she'd gone upstairs.
She knew that she should report to Professor Hoodham, but right now, she didn't want to. She didn't want to talk about the battle - the adrenaline high had gone, and now she was just Madeleine again, and she was tired. There was only person that she wanted to see, and he wasn't Professor Hoodham.
As she walked through the corridors of the school, people kept stopping her to talk to her. Never mind the fact that she was still wearing the bloodstained clothes that she'd worn under her armour; they wanted a friendly chat and to congratulate her.
But Madeleine didn't want to be congratulated. She didn't feel like she should be congratulated, not after Ollie's leg. That didn't make her feel as though she'd looked after her warriors, her team, like she should have.
Not that she wasn't thrilled that Macy was back. At the minute, it was only herself and Kira in the dorm, but at least Will and Macy were only in the hospital wing, just on the other side of the building. They were safe, and according to Matron, they'd be okay. Eventually.
And that was all that mattered.
They were all alive.
As people stopped her to talk, she brushed them off with a polite smile and the excuse of needing to change, and headed straight towards the common room.
And when she'd pushed open the heavy wooden doors, she saw the person that she wanted to see, sitting with his back to her, beside the chessboard and the fire.
She walked over silently, then coughed.
Lee turned around swiftly at the noise, looking relieved when he saw that it was Madeleine standing beside him. He quickly pulled her into a hug, saying, "Oh, thank God...when they came back and you weren't there, I thought..." His voice sounded oddly muffled.
She hugged him tightly, feeling so glad to be there, so glad to see him. "I told you I wouldn't die, right?" she muttered. "I keep my promises."
He pulled back from her, staring at her as if he wasn't quite sure that she was there. As he stared, he looked at her arm, and his blue eyes clouded over with concern. "What happened to your arm?"
Madeleine glanced at the place on her arm where the bloodstained cloth had been cut through, and the half-healed cut showed through. "It's nothing," she said dismissively, poking at it gingerly.
It'd be fine.
Lee nodded, not quite convinced. "I'm glad you didn't die."
She looked at him, and as she registered how tired and relieved he looked, felt a rush of something that she couldn't quite place. "You know what," she said quietly, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "So am I."
