04-14-2014, 04:21 AM
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Fenris spoke to the doctor briefly, and pulled on the chain that linked him to Laiden. The boy didn't resist, as his arm and shoulder were swollen and aching. He winced as the doctor began to inspect him. It had been a full day since he'd received the wound - since Fenris had found Scarlett and Laiden on the dock and fought to return the Blackbeard to Marquet.
It didn't matter now. Laiden's blue eyes were dull, and he went through every motion numbly. He'd given up everything he had to save Scarlett. Her revelation about her playing him was something he couldn't have prepared for. It seemed he'd lost his heart as well as his only friend.
Glancing at Laiden, Fenris waited until the doctor made a few suggestions about healing the boy's shoulder. With a nod, Fenris turned and stepped toward the front of the ship. Scarlett would be moved that evening. That meant only one day of looking at her and watching her suffer. Again, Fenris felt something dark stab at him. It felt wrong. This all felt wrong.
Fenris growled under his breath. Like he'd said earlier: This would have been easier if he'd never accepted Julian's request for him to come along. He should have stayed in the city and taken care of Laidon until the two of them found another adventure. Perhaps then he would be chained to a friend, not an enemy. Fenris could sense the numb, cold hatred that Laiden had for him.
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Laiden followed Fenris as the tall male went about and helped tie off ropes near the side of the ship. The slender youth stayed out of the way, becoming a shadow as he once had been. This time, though, he was far from his former self. Laiden felt as though he should just disappear - like he didn't exist.
Only once did his blue eyes move to Scarlett. Only once did his thoughts wander back to the prior evening. The pain made Laiden turn his thoughts to the blank nothingness that his numb mind allowed him. He'd lost Fenris in his attempt to save Scarlett. He'd lost Scarlett as she admitted she'd used him. There was no peace, not here. All Laiden wanted was to fade, to just sink into the ship and be gone. Anything was better than this. This waiting for Scarlett's death, for the treasure... for anything. He had the location on the map. Perhaps Marquet would order Fenris to find it out, and to take it from either Scarlett or Laiden.
The male's gaze moved to Codette, lingering on her red curls as the mid-morning sun lit her with light. She was the only person who mattered now. If he'd been in a better state of mind, Joseph might have noticed how pale the woman was. Instead, Laiden lowered his gaze and ignored the stab of pain that came from a crewman bumping his bad arm in passing.
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