An Arm and a Leg [Anwen]

[Kyle Winters]

The relative peace of the Hospital Wing was abruptly interrupted by a pair of clanking crutches as their anxious owner hurriedly entered and began to search for a particular someone. Said owner was none other than Kyle Winters, who had rushed over here as quickly as he could upon learning that Anwen had suffered a broken arm.

Anxious to find her quickly, but at the same time not wanting to disturb the students who were recuperating, he called her name out in a loud whisper as he made his way down the room. “Anwen?”

[Anwen Sawyer]

Anwen couldn't believe what had happened. It all happened as if it were a dream or a nightmare. It was fast, contained vile images, and was horrifying. The sound of her mother's voice still rang in her ears. The violent nature of whatever that thing was that tried to set fire to...She shook her head not wanting to think on it anymore. She laid her head back and let out a heavy sigh. The nurse had been in and explained the process of fixing her arm. All she wanted to do was disappear. She was embarrassed that she couldn't have done more, or protected the people she cared about. Now all she could do was sit in the hospital wing and 'get better.'

It wasn't until she heard a familiar voice that she felt excitement and the familiar feeling of embarrassment flood back into her veins. Kyle...he had come to see her, or check up on her. "Kyle?" She managed to choke out in a weak voice. She quickly sat up and tried to tame her wild hair before he made his way over to her bedside.

[Kyle Winters]

Kyle had just passed the third bed when his ears caught a familiar voice responding to his call. She’s awake. That thought offered him a small measure of comfort, for it meant that Anwen was at least well enough to be up. Hurriedly (and as quietly as he could manage) he made his way towards her, and as he rounded the blue curtains he finally saw her.

His pessimistic mind had been imagining the worst even as he clung on to the hope that she hadn’t been too badly hurt, and now that she was right there in front of him and in a much better state than in his greatest fears, he felt as though a weight was lifted off his chest. Dropping one of his crutches, he was about to check if she had any other injuries anywhere… but he held back when he realised that he knew nothing about her condition, and he might accidentally touch a raw spot and hurt her. So instead he gave her a once over, his eyes wide with worry as he tried to see if she had any other injuries apart from the broken arm.

“A–are you alright? How’s your arm? Does it hurt anywhere else?” The words spilled out of him in an uncontrollable torrent, and he stopped himself when he realised that he had been bombarding her with questions without giving her any time to answer them. “I’m sorry…” he began, only to immediately repeat his mistake as his worries got the better of him again. “Are you tired? Hungry?”

He caught himself for the second time and repeated his apology. “I’m sorry… I just... I’ve been worried sick since I heard that you were in the hospital wing…” His voice trailed off as he bit his lip nervously, not knowing what he could do to ease her pain or help her get better.