The Revolt

TR19

"She'd be stupid not to," I smiled back up to him.

"I'll trust you keep it a surprise?" He asked attempting to hide his smirk.

"Of course," I beamed.

We had arrived to wherever the healer was and apparently Jack was here too, as I was being handed over to who I knew was most certainly Jack. Didn't Damon say that he was asleep? Or at least was supposed to be?

I don't have time to think about it further, as I'm being settled onto my bed with the healer hovering nervously next to me and Jack's heated stare boring holes into my side.

"Where is it painful the most?" He asks, slowly unravelling a wound I apparently had on my leg. Didn't even feel that one.

"My wrist," I state as he checks other cuts, right now, he didn't even have to ask me as he knows more about my body than me. I had no idea about any of these injuries - not that I'm complaining, the less pain the better.

"I had a feeling you'd say that, but none of us can touch it, it has a cloth wrapped around it and I've made a salve that you can try to apply yourself. We don't know what the wound looks like, but we've got a flame on, if you need stitches I'll be happy to do them for you whenever."

I nodded, having no idea who could have put a cloth on it other than that crazy lady. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Jack, who gently cupped my palm in his hands. I look toward him, noticing a stark difference in him, I could tell he hadn't slept in a while, which made me wonder how long was I out for?

"You want something to eat? I have chicken soup." And as he said that I knew it wasn't a request, it was a demand, Jack style.

I ate alone my mind going over everything that had been going on last night, my brain replaying all the eventful things that had happened. I was glad, Jack had gone to do whatever maybe get me more food but I rather hope not, this time was me time.

I could really do with a shower right now but know that I'm not in any physical state to have one, my cuts alone would make it pure agony. Thinking about cuts, I take a long look at my bandaged wrist before deciding that now would be a good time to attempt to change the dressing. I'm not sure when, but the seering pain from my wrist had died down to a slow but persistant burn.

I'm not sure what kind of injury to expect while I carefully peel the bandage off, but there aren't any signs of blood, always a positive thing. The more I unwrapped the bandage the less pain I felt, at this revelation I was practically ripping it off, it was more intricately done than I thought.

When I see the wound for the first, my first reaction is complete numbness. I am so utterly flabbergasted that the only thing I can do is stare and that is exactly how Jack and Warren find me. I'm lost in thought to the extent that I don't even hear them come into my room.

"Anna?" Jack questions softly, kneeling down to my level, gently prying my hand off my wrist.

I finally look into his eyes as he's about to lift my hand. I don't want him to, not yet.

I shake my head, no.

I'm not even sure why I'm feeling this way, sure, it's one hell of a shock but nothing truly bad. I take in a huge breath and decide I'm being stupid, this was nothing so monumental that I had to freak out about. Truly. Jack was only going to worry more really.

I lift my hand away at the speed of lightening before I can have any more second thoughts, and I can immediately tell, both Jack and Warren are as speechless as I. I didn't have any sort of scar, wound, or gaping pus filled gash on my wrist nope. I had something infinitely more beautiful.