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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 27, 2012 14:03:28 GMT -5
Rhiannon was a little unnerved at the fact that men had taken over her home. She was slightly angered at it too; it wasn't their property to mess with. She still had her horses around back in their paddock so it was obvious someone lived there.
"Alright," she said, taking the horse and riding quickly back to camp. Once she got there, she felt a little awkward being among Dewi's men without him around. They didn't know the two were getting along now, last they knew, she was a witch that was bound to harm them.
"I need McEwan," she asked a tall man who had tied her up earlier.
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 27, 2012 14:25:36 GMT -5
Dewi slowly approaches the house, he grabs a rock from the ground and throws it. It lands inside. He sprints around the back as the Patriots go to investigate, he would do this stealthily. He slowly pushed open the back door. He saw a man guarding it, he was smoking with his back to Dewi. Dewi moved quickly, stabbing him in the chest while holding his mouth to keep him quiet, he dragged the body from view as the Patriots re- entered. Two left.
One man walked through to where Dewi was hiding, Dewi fired his pistol. It hit him in the neck. He was dying. The other man ran in and stabbed Dewi in the arm. He grunted, Dewi pulled his sword down onto the mans skull, killing him instantly. He dropped the sword. and sunk to the ground holding his arm.
He kicked the dying man to make sure he was dead.
The tall man grabbed the girls collar and dragged her to McEwan, he spoke with a thick Scottish accent. " Aye?"
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 27, 2012 14:31:09 GMT -5
Rhiannon wondered if Dewi was alright. Shaking the thought away, she winced as the man literally dragged her across camp to McEwan.
"That hurts..." she whimpered to the tall man as he dragged her. She stood up after he let her go and sighed. These were the times when she wished she had the heart to actually get angry and give people a piece of her mind.
"Mr. McEwan? Dew- I mean Col. Caradog is in need of his troops. He's about half a mile south of this camp," she told him. "There are Americans, is what he said..."
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 27, 2012 14:41:13 GMT -5
McEwan gasped, he called for Major Torrenting, he rushed quickly. The Scott whispered into his ear. Suddenly chaos erupted in the camp. Everyone mounted, " Get back to your horse!" McEwan went from friendly to in command. The major blew the whistle. The cavalry was moving.
Dewi grunted, he was dizzy. He put pressure on his arm again. It hurt. He groaned again. He tried grabbing a dead Patriots hanky but it hurt way to much for him to move his arm. It felt like, like....
Dewi is now unconscious due to blood loss.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 27, 2012 14:47:11 GMT -5
Rhiannon mounted Dewi's horse and rode in front of the men, showing them where to go. She was worried, a bad feeling had settled in around her and she needed to make sure everything was okay as soon as possible.
Once she arrived and saw Dewi unconscious, Rhiannon almost let out a little scream of shock. She took a homemade ointment for wounds and then a few bandages that were clean to stop the bleeding. She gently applied the gooey medication and then wrapped up his arm before having one of his men move him onto her neatly made bed. While he was resting, Rhiannon continued to help any men who were hurt with different medications depending on their pains.
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 27, 2012 14:52:22 GMT -5
Dewi roused slowly blinking a few times, clearing his fuzzy view. He could she Rhianon leaning above him. He then gasped as he saw three dead Patriots and he had a wound. Then it came back to him, the fight.
He tried getting up but the pain was to immense, he almost screamed in pain but reverted to a loud grunt. He started breathing quickly. It was all so sudden. He felt like being sick. But he just coughed. Oh he felt so awful.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 27, 2012 14:56:52 GMT -5
"Don't," she said, shaking her head and putting a hand on his chest as he tried to get up.
Rhiannon went over to Dewi when he stirred, letting out a grunt of discomfort. She looked down at him with a worried look in her eyes.
"You'll be alright," she told him gently. "It's just a gash on your arm, but you lost a lot of blood so stay still and don't re-open the wound," Rhiannon instructed over her shoulder as she knelt down to tend to another man on the floor.
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 28, 2012 13:41:37 GMT -5
" Leave.... the.... bastard die.." He struggled to make any words appear from his mouth. He suddenly felt dizzy. His features sank, he struggled to keep his eyes open. His body started to droop, he sank further into the floor covered in blood. And then it hit him, were his wound was where he had a infection. It had re started. He then felt himself shake. everything turned blurry. He started slipping away. Slipping. Oh dear he was slipping from reality.
He then fell into some sort od coma.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 28, 2012 14:02:45 GMT -5
Rhiannon didn't know how to stop him from passing out for the second time. She needed to clean out his wound, so she did so with some water and an old rag she had. Annie hadn't taken care of someone this severe before, but she was confident she would be able to help him.
A few days later, Rhiannon had kept Dewi on her bed in her home while some of the men returned to the camp to keep it safe. She had been able to convince the trumpeter and a couple of other men to stay while she was healing their Colonel.
"Dewi?" She asked softly as he stirred a bit. His arm was looking much better now.
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 28, 2012 14:15:38 GMT -5
" Huh?" Dewi slowly opened his eyes, looking up seeing a beautiful face. He then panicked. Where was he? Why was he there. then it came back to him as he felt a sharp pain in his arm. He winced and rolled over. He noticed bloodied bed sheets. He swing his leg over the side of the bed and got up slowly and steadily. He looked for his jacket and found it draped on a cupboard, Dewi grabbed it and pulled the canteen from it and drunk all of it in dehydration.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 28, 2012 14:49:38 GMT -5
"Dewi, you should lie down," Rhiannon suggested gently as he put on his jacket and stood up. He did need water, so she let him drink.
"Your arm will be sore for a bit, but it looks much better than it feels, I'm sure..."
She started changing the bloody sheets, replacing them with new clean ones and tossing the old ones in the wash bucket.
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 29, 2012 5:40:23 GMT -5
" I need to get back to the camp." Dewi declared, grabbing his helmet. He placed it on his head. Dewi pushed through the door with his good arm. Borris needed feeding. He thought to much and he tripped, falling to the floor. bracing himself but sadly he landed on his bad arm and grunted. He got up slowly holding his arm, a little blood was showing as he limped back in side for a new bandage and some more treatment.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 29, 2012 11:10:00 GMT -5
"Dewi please sit," Rhiannon pleaded as she helped him up off the ground. She looked at him worriedly, and let Dewi go to get some more medication.
"There are men there protecting camp. It's fine," she told him, wishing she was a bit more forceful so he'd listen to her...
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 29, 2012 11:24:33 GMT -5
Dewi thanked as he flopped down into an ancient chair sending dust flying. He coughed slightly. " Do you have anything for my eye?"
He though of the world, how much had he seen, and how much he hadn't? He dared think of what lie infront of him. He would never question his future.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 29, 2012 11:33:02 GMT -5
She did as she was told and went to get something for his eye. It would take time, but she thought it'd work. Rhiannon handed him a little drink she had made just then and gave him the ingredients.
"Anthocyanin-rich blueberries, grapes, and goji berries have antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties that can help improve your vision... it'll take time but it will work..."
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 29, 2012 11:52:09 GMT -5
As Dewi took the brew into his pale hand he whispered " I love you."
He leant back into the chair with red cheeks and drunk the brew, it was quite nice. He felt soothed his 'secret' had got out of his system and this brew had gone in. He was quite tired but he managed to stay awake, he was slumped in the chair leaning against his arm. He yawned.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 29, 2012 12:00:52 GMT -5
Rhiannon's breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure if she had heard him correctly, but what else could he have said? She blinked a few times, still bent over in the position she had been handing him the drink in.
"M-me?"
His red cheeks were adorable. Rhiannon didn't really know what to do in this situation, really. She hadn't been told that someone loved her in the past decade.
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 29, 2012 12:09:13 GMT -5
Dewi nodded, he blushed even more and sipped from the cup. He flatted his hair. He though the world for her and he would give up everything for her.
" Yes."
He leaned forward, his dry lips puckered, he wanted a kiss to show that she had the same feelings for him. He was nervous of doing this but he just said 'fine.' He wanted love.
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Post by Rhiannon ☽ on Sept 29, 2012 12:18:23 GMT -5
Rhiannon slowly leaned down and pressed a little kiss to Dewi's lips. She closed her eyes and put her hands on either side of his face. After she kissed him, she whispered back,
"I love you too, Dewi..."
She smiled her gentle smile and gave him another kiss before standing up all the way and blushing.
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 29, 2012 12:33:35 GMT -5
Dewi smiled, he had found his true love and they both belived it. Dewi's genitals were also happy. He got up, he felt so much younger then he was, the pain had vanished. Love heals all wounds right?
He grabbed the cup with the brew in it and gulpped it down. He was so happy , so so happy. He had found his love and he would love her for ever.
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