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It took some shouting, but I've finally managed to free myself from the clutches of the nurses and leave the hospital wing.
Unwilling to return to our room and chance running into Yuuri, I've wrapped myself in a robe someone left behind in the hospital wing. It's too long, threatening to trip me with each shuffling step I take, but it smells warm and familiar somehow and lends me an edge of stability that I desperately need.
Outside of that, everything is curiously blank. The feel of stone under my fingertips as I drag a hand along the wall is strangely muted; sounds seem hushed. I don't really know where I'm going, and I can't seem to make myself care.
Just beneath this, the rage boils. It eats away at the guilt, burns off the regret. I shy away from thinking of it too deeply. The thin skin that seperates the blankness and the fury is tender like a freshly scabbed wound and I think it would break at the slightest touch.
My stumbling walk halts as I take note of the corridor I find myself in. I nod, and slowly walk toward the nearest door. My inattention has served me better than any thoughts could have, and I knock gently on the door to the room shared by the two Gretas. I haven't yet decided if I'll ask to stay with them, but I should make certain they are okay. When there is no answer my brow furrows and I ease the door open to see if they are asleep.
The room is empty.
My stomach lurches and I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. They were not in the hospital wing. Yuuri told me that they weren't hurt. He said they were at the fountain... Surely they wouldn't still be there?
I decide to check anyway, wondering at the sudden nervous pounding of my heart. It takes less time for me to make it to one of the doors, my footsteps quicker now, ignoring any remaining faint twinges from my injuries. I hesitate before opening the door, imagining the scene I want to find. In my mind, the Gretas are playing in the water happily. A touch of potential reality interceeds as one splashes the other with a slightly vicious smirk. I take a deep breath, and swing the door open.
I can see the fountain from here, and it is empty. I stare for a long moment, as though waiting for the scene in my imagination to come to life in front of me. It does not.
Something frantic rushes through me and I hit the door hard with the side of my fist. I yell for the guards, cutting off in an inarticulate shout. I don't care who answers my cry, but the castle will be searched and the girls found before anything can happen to them. I seethe with worry and rage as I wait.
[OOC: If no one wants to/can answer this as a character, I'll go ahead and post again with the orders for the search to the guards. Wolf's yelling awfully loud, but I'm sure there's still a lot of folks that won't be able to hear him. ^_^]
Unwilling to return to our room and chance running into Yuuri, I've wrapped myself in a robe someone left behind in the hospital wing. It's too long, threatening to trip me with each shuffling step I take, but it smells warm and familiar somehow and lends me an edge of stability that I desperately need.
Outside of that, everything is curiously blank. The feel of stone under my fingertips as I drag a hand along the wall is strangely muted; sounds seem hushed. I don't really know where I'm going, and I can't seem to make myself care.
Just beneath this, the rage boils. It eats away at the guilt, burns off the regret. I shy away from thinking of it too deeply. The thin skin that seperates the blankness and the fury is tender like a freshly scabbed wound and I think it would break at the slightest touch.
My stumbling walk halts as I take note of the corridor I find myself in. I nod, and slowly walk toward the nearest door. My inattention has served me better than any thoughts could have, and I knock gently on the door to the room shared by the two Gretas. I haven't yet decided if I'll ask to stay with them, but I should make certain they are okay. When there is no answer my brow furrows and I ease the door open to see if they are asleep.
The room is empty.
My stomach lurches and I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. They were not in the hospital wing. Yuuri told me that they weren't hurt. He said they were at the fountain... Surely they wouldn't still be there?
I decide to check anyway, wondering at the sudden nervous pounding of my heart. It takes less time for me to make it to one of the doors, my footsteps quicker now, ignoring any remaining faint twinges from my injuries. I hesitate before opening the door, imagining the scene I want to find. In my mind, the Gretas are playing in the water happily. A touch of potential reality interceeds as one splashes the other with a slightly vicious smirk. I take a deep breath, and swing the door open.
I can see the fountain from here, and it is empty. I stare for a long moment, as though waiting for the scene in my imagination to come to life in front of me. It does not.
Something frantic rushes through me and I hit the door hard with the side of my fist. I yell for the guards, cutting off in an inarticulate shout. I don't care who answers my cry, but the castle will be searched and the girls found before anything can happen to them. I seethe with worry and rage as I wait.
[OOC: If no one wants to/can answer this as a character, I'll go ahead and post again with the orders for the search to the guards. Wolf's yelling awfully loud, but I'm sure there's still a lot of folks that won't be able to hear him. ^_^]