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A MUST READ NOTE:
Let's all just pretend that Wizard Tower's Sick Bay has all of these modern medical stuff, alright?
And YES, plot sucks but I just pictured hurt/comfort scene, so just roll with it.
Try to enjoy!!!
It wasn't supposed to be this way. It should have been him. Not her. Never her.
Septimus felt so guilty he thought he might collapse. It all flashed before his eyes all over again.
They were at the Port. He was being stupid, he knew that now. A thief stole some lady's purse and Septimus ran after him. He thought that he could take the man on his own.
Let's just say... he didn't. He catched Septimus by surprise in a dark alley. Fortunately, Marcia showed up, saved his ass yet again.
But that sleemo had a gun and fired it towards Septimus. It was a surprise, too little time for him to react.
But Marcia did. And now, she's lying in the Sick Bay, unconscious, with a bloody hole in her stomach.
Septimus just wanted to switch places with her, like it was supposed to be.
She lost consciousness due to pain, Marcellus and Dandra were stitching her up, Septimus was sent out. He sat on the floor, head between his knees, only fear keeping him company.
Please be alright.
Suddenly, a head popped out of the door. Rose. "They finished. You can come in." She whispered softly, knowing that this was a hard time for him.
She had never seen Septimus so scared. So guilty-looking. She will never forget his face when he Appeared in front of the Tower, yelling for help. It was quite a scene to say at least.
All of the Wizard Tower heard about the terrifying accident and that their ExtraOrdinary Wizard may not see the light of the day again. Soon all the Castle will know. Poor Septimus.
Even now, the pale shed of dread was still visible across his face, making his vivid green eyes looking even more intense than usual.
Quit with that, she scolded herself, thankful that Septimus wasn't paying much attention to her right now.
He rushed through the door, nodding a thanks. Rose decided to give him more privacy and didn't follow. The room was dimmed, lit by only a few torches. A metallic smell filled the air. Blood. His breath caught in his throat when he took in the state of his beloved mentor.
Unmoving, like a ragdoll, so, so pale. Looking unusually small and vulnerable, so unlike her it almost hurt.
Septimus immediately rushed to her side grabbing her hand. Cold. Just like his when Marcia rescued him from the snow all those years ago.
if you won't be alright I'll kill you I swear.
Dandra and Marcellus were the only ones in the room with her, both trying very hard to maintain professional.
Dandra barely acknowledged him, focusing on some kind of report in her hands. It read: MARCIA OVERSTRAND.
The Sick Bay wizard was walking around the room and murmured something that sounded like a very bad curse word and threw her hands in the air: "OF COURSE she has the most limited blood type to donate to because why wouldn't she."
"Nothing's easy with her." Marcellus retorted with a sigh.
The alchemist was shaken. A message rat woke him up from his afternoon nap an hour ago, delivering Dandra's message in which she asked for help because it's not looking good for Marcia Overstrand. She needs all the help she can get.
He had grown fond of Marcia for the last few years and he was certain that if she died, something would die inside him as well. Marcellus wasn't used to seeing this version of Marcia. Frankly, he wasn't sure anyone ever did.
She was always so magnetic and powerful, unbreakable. It pained him, seeing her like this, an even more, the pain of seeing Septimus looking at her with dread, like a child, fearing to lose his mother.
His thoughts were interrupted by Septimus' small voice beside him:
"She'll need a transfusion won't she."
He was a smart lad. He would make an excellent physik.
While Marcellus was still lost in his thoughts, Dandra responded instead:
".... Yes, but the problem is her damned blood type. O-. So, she could theoretically donate her blood to anyone but-"
"But only an O- can donate it to her."
"Precisely. But we don't have enough of it here. "
Marcellus straightened up in his chair beside the bed.
"Then we'll need a donor."
"Well, we can't just go around the Castle and asking if anyone can donate blood to the ExtraOrdinary!"
"So what's your plan then? "
Dandra opened her mouth, about to retort, when Septimus interrupted them. He remembered something. How could he forget? It must be the stress.
"I have O-."
The room went still, Marcellus' eyes were traveling between Septimus and Marcia, Dandra was biting her lower lip, deep in a thought. Then, with a tiny hint of regret in her voice, she said:
"You're too young-"
"I'm fifteen. "
"Exactly. Too young."
"Well, what other options do we have? We don't have forever."
Then his voice became small again. "Marcia doesn't have forever."
Dandra went silent.
Marcellus looked at boy's mentor again. Her dark curls framed her face, a shocking contrast to the unusual paleness which clung to her since the attack.
He barely felt a pulse on her wrist.
Marcellus made a decision.
"I say we go for it. " Dandra looked at him, feeling betrayed.
"Apprentice is right. And, miss Dandra, you certainly have at least a little bit of O negative somewhere- "
"Well, yes, I do, but it's not enough."
"And if we combine it with Septimus'? Would it be enough? "
".... Probably."
"So it's settled then." Alchemist then turned to Septimus.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"100%." He's not going to back off now:
It's my fault, now I'll fix it.
Dandra stood up, defeated, murmured something about "reckless idiots" and "man" and began preparing the IV line.
She inserted one needle in Septimus' forearm but he barely felt anything more than a prickle. He was happy he could do something. Anything. Another needle went in Marcia's forearm and the blood began to draw from ExtraOrdinary Wizard's apprentice to the ExtraOrdinary Wizard.
Marcellus watched as Septimus winced from time to time, how he slowly went pale in his seat beside the bed.
But the color returned to Marcia's face, slowly but sure, and how could he demand it to stop?
Dandra kept the pace low, Septimus was a living donor after all. He did not look good. She did not like this in the slightest and she's sure Marcia wouldn't either.
But, as Septimus pointed out very helpfully, what choice do they have?
O negative is a rare blood type. Nobody else in the Tower had it, she already checked all the reports.
When all of this is over, Dandra thought, I'll make her donate some for unfortunate "cases" like this. What was she thinking?
But, as Dandra glanced at the boy again, who kept looking at her friend, how could she not? Marcia and Septimus were always together. Split them and Dandra can guarantee that they will find their way back to each other eventually.
The Sick Bay wizard suddenly remembered her first day working here. They were in the office of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard and Marcia was telling her about the rules in the Tower, how everything worked here. Then, out of the blue, the doors open and a tall teenage boy walks in, straw colored hair a mess, his eyes, looking so much like Marcia's, not looking up from the book in his hands.
"....-ve you seen my Apprentice diary, I can't find-" Marcia gave him an unimpressed look.
He finally looked away from his book and stopped dead in his tracks. "Uh, sorry, I didn't know you have a meeting today-"
"It's fine Septimus, it's just Dandra. She's our new Sick bay wizard." she sighed. Marcia then turned to her. "That's Septimus, my apprentice-"
"Actually, a senior one." He smirked.
"Ranks can be removed." That instantly erased the smug expression on his face.
"The diary is where you left it. I TOLD you yesterday that do not leave it in the kitchen, so I suppose you didn't listen and it's still there."
"Oh, right, I forgot about that! Thanks. Bye Dandra, pleased to meet you!"
Later she asked Marcia if he was adopted. She's been embarrassed to this day, but she really thought that he's her son, but they did not have similar features.
You are so stupid.
Still warm in her cheeks from the memory, Dandra looked at the monitor. Just a few more minutes. Septimus was getting dangerously pale. Yes, she really didn't like this. But she knows they would get through this. For Marcia.
Septimus, on the other hand, didn't mind. He could dry himself out if needed. He was only once before scared this much for another person's well-being. When Boy 409, now Wolf Boy, fell in the river during a Do or die exercise.
That feeling bubbled inside him again, that helpless fear, gripping his heart like a metal hand. He wants to continue. He wants to do everything he can- or even what he can't.
But his vision was getting blurry and when he swayed a little, he felt a steadying hand on his shoulder. Marcellus.
Septimus was surprised that Marcellus was involved in this. He was very glad, but still surprised. He didn't get the impression that Marcellus cared for Marcia this much. But maybe he shouldn't be so surprised. The two were spending more time together and he often found Marcellus in the highest floor of the Tower when he returned from a Palace, when he visited Jenna.
Suddenly, Dandra broke the silence that hung in the air.
"It's enough"
He wanted to protest, but his eyes were closing. Marcellus and Dandra were having none of it.
The Sick Bay wizard handed him a glass of water and studied him carefully.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine."
"Sure you are. Go. You need sleep."
"What? I'm not going anywhere-"
Marcellus interrupted him:
"Apprentice, don't be stubborn now, if you don't want for Marcia to worry about you when she wakes up I suggest you listen to miss Dandra."
Septimus sighed, looking at Marcia again. She looked better than before, but still unmoving. Her breathing was less shalow and some color returned to her skin. Septimus didn't want to go. What if she wakes up? Alone?
"I'll stay here tonight Septimus." said Dandra, as if reading his thoughts.
"Go sleep. It's late anyway."
"I'll walk with you. " Marcellus offered. Septimus, knowing about men's dislike for moving stairs, declined. Marcellus gave him a sad smile, and together they walked out of the Sick Bay. Marcellus went home, Septimus went to his and Marcia's floor with a new goal. The sooner he goes to sleep, the sooner he’ll wake up and go see her again.
to be continued.... (probs)
I would LOVE a feedback, I want to improve my writing skills! Also, is it actually okay or is my bsf a liar?