[RL with Apollo: Healer healing]
Hyacinth stared out the plane window, the lunch on the tray before him entirely untouched. He hadn't eaten in hours, but the churning in his stomach didn't permit him to take even a bite. His thoughts were only on Apollo, and his mind kept conjuring bloody, horrible scenarios. The god had said he was fine, but Hyacinth just couldn't believe that. Couldn't.
The scream was too loud, too pained, too everything.
His fists tightened.
It seemed to take forever for the plane to land, and even longer before Hyacinth could leap up, grab his bag and stalk through the airport to snag a cab to Apollo's house in Hawaii. Even then, fate refused to co-operate, and Hyacinth stood at the stand for what seemed like ages before a taxi crawled near the airport.
But he got to the house at last, after hours of worrying and chewing at an abused fingernail. With a deep breath, he opened the door cautiously, terrified that he would find Apollo unconscious on the floor or worse.
The scream was too loud, too pained, too everything.
His fists tightened.
It seemed to take forever for the plane to land, and even longer before Hyacinth could leap up, grab his bag and stalk through the airport to snag a cab to Apollo's house in Hawaii. Even then, fate refused to co-operate, and Hyacinth stood at the stand for what seemed like ages before a taxi crawled near the airport.
But he got to the house at last, after hours of worrying and chewing at an abused fingernail. With a deep breath, he opened the door cautiously, terrified that he would find Apollo unconscious on the floor or worse.