Guilt {October 2996) (Runa)
Feb 9, 2018 0:57:40 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Feb 9, 2018 0:57:40 GMT -5
It seemed far more tragic than Ceolmund had expected. Of course, he had known it was to do with the Eored soldiers. There had been so many wounded. He swallowed his own fears and looked to Runa, listening as she spoke, the entire story pouring out of her like the Snowbourne flooding in the spring rains.
He had seen the Healing Hall, filled with bodies, the healers squeezing between beds pressed too close together for all the spare cots that had needed be brought in. A cot had even been laid back in the stock room where Ceolmund had entered through the back door. It was a miracle that Ceolmund had been able to flag Hildred down for a few brief minutes, and even then a man was laying out of place, watching their conversation with glazed eyes.
Captain Heruthain had assured the new recruits who had trained under him, that once they were on the field double watches would be posted. It meant they would each have to take their turns more often; but there would also be more eyes upon the field, and another man to sit with and keep each other awake.
Ceolmund tried to keep his own thoughts at bay as he sat listening to Runa speak, though his own mind kept flickering to the sight of the glassy eyed man upon the cot, and the bustle of bodies moving between beds in the Hall. The smell of blood. He had looked earlier and not even seen Runa, though she could have been anywhere in their midst. There were not enough healers for the number which had been taken in at once.
“I killed him, Ceol. I was trying to help, but I’m not a full healer. He should’ve had someone else, that knew what they were doing. Maybe he’d still be here, and back with Siggy.”
From the wound Runa had described, it was a surprise the man had even lasted long enough to get off the field. Ceolmund scraped across the rocky ground, inching nearer to Runa and sliding his hand upon her back as she slumped against her knees.
“You did not kill him. The orc did.” He said the name of the creatures in disgust. “You did everything you could.” Ceolmund repeated her own words back to her, a near whisper. “I know you did. That's how you are. You put all your energy… into everything you do.” Ceolmund frowned. He was not gifted with words, but he could at least try to comfort her, and he pulled Runa against his side, letting his arm now drape over her.
“You're a healer; you always have been,” he tried, feeling she needed the words to go along with his touch of assurance. “You always will be… it's just… sometimes, not everyone can be healed,” he frowned, trying not to think about his own muster.
He had seen the Healing Hall, filled with bodies, the healers squeezing between beds pressed too close together for all the spare cots that had needed be brought in. A cot had even been laid back in the stock room where Ceolmund had entered through the back door. It was a miracle that Ceolmund had been able to flag Hildred down for a few brief minutes, and even then a man was laying out of place, watching their conversation with glazed eyes.
Captain Heruthain had assured the new recruits who had trained under him, that once they were on the field double watches would be posted. It meant they would each have to take their turns more often; but there would also be more eyes upon the field, and another man to sit with and keep each other awake.
Ceolmund tried to keep his own thoughts at bay as he sat listening to Runa speak, though his own mind kept flickering to the sight of the glassy eyed man upon the cot, and the bustle of bodies moving between beds in the Hall. The smell of blood. He had looked earlier and not even seen Runa, though she could have been anywhere in their midst. There were not enough healers for the number which had been taken in at once.
“I killed him, Ceol. I was trying to help, but I’m not a full healer. He should’ve had someone else, that knew what they were doing. Maybe he’d still be here, and back with Siggy.”
From the wound Runa had described, it was a surprise the man had even lasted long enough to get off the field. Ceolmund scraped across the rocky ground, inching nearer to Runa and sliding his hand upon her back as she slumped against her knees.
“You did not kill him. The orc did.” He said the name of the creatures in disgust. “You did everything you could.” Ceolmund repeated her own words back to her, a near whisper. “I know you did. That's how you are. You put all your energy… into everything you do.” Ceolmund frowned. He was not gifted with words, but he could at least try to comfort her, and he pulled Runa against his side, letting his arm now drape over her.
“You're a healer; you always have been,” he tried, feeling she needed the words to go along with his touch of assurance. “You always will be… it's just… sometimes, not everyone can be healed,” he frowned, trying not to think about his own muster.