Cyrus said by Soren's bed. He has gotten so tall that he barely fits on the infirmary bed. His clothes had also gotten really tight on him. Since Soren hadn't said a thing or showed discomfort. Cyrus did not say anything as well.
A few hours ago. Cyrus and Fallon had found Soren passed out on the kitchen floor. A streak of blood was dripping from his pale lips. In a crimson line. But that wasn't the most horrifying thing he had seen. It was the blood in the sink. The porcelain sink had been coated with a layer of red crimson blood.
Cyrus had felt as if the ground beneath his feet had opened up to swallow him whole. Soren was hurt. Yet again. What had caused Soren to cough out blood? Was he internally injured? Cyrus should have noticed. He should have stayed with him in the kitchen during it. He maybe could have helped him with… whatever he had gone through.
Cyrus's fingers were interlocked with Soren's. After Elias and the cave, Soren's body had been changing. Cyrus also had thought that Soren was transforming into something even he couldn't name. Then an elf and a dragon came along and told them that Soren's not transforming but he is turning into what he had to be all along. Soren's not human but too beautiful to be something monstrous.
Cyrus isn't human either… Sirius had revealed that Cyrus is an elf.
"Big bro, Cyrus…" Cyrus flinched slightly at the sound. He turned his head and looked behind him, "water." Marryanne stretched out her arms offering a glass of water.
Cyrus looked at the little girl with the white bow then at the glass of water.
"Don't worry…" Marryanne sighed, "this is not a prank this time."
He removed his hand from Soren's and hesitantly took the glass of water from the girl. He murmured a quiet thanks. Too whispery for anyone to understand.
"You did not have breakfast today." Marryanne said as Cyrus put the glass of water to his lips and tilted it. His Adams apple bobbed up and down as he drank the water.
"Hm." Cyrus did not speak as he lowered the glass and put it on the table at the side of the bed. He held Soren's hand again.
Marryanne looked over at Soren. Her eyes raked up and down his body as she sighed and smiled. She looked at Cyrus, "he will wake up soon…" she does not know if she is convincing Cyrus or herself.
Cyrus did not talk. He looked away from Marryanne and continued to watch Soren.
Marryanne did not mind Cyrus ignoring her. She just smiled, "I have more work to do." She said as she went away.
Marryanne's footsteps dimmed.
Cyrus's fist tightened slightly around Soren's hand.
Soren's a foolish, self-sacrificing idiot.
Cyrus's mind feels like a black void. As if, all the emotions from him had been whisked away from his body. The only thing he could do was mutter Soren's name silently. And pray that Soren hears him.
Fallon had exhausted himself trying to stabilise Soren. But his healer ability isn't a match for Soren. Cyrus had sent Fallon to rest.
Marryanne is right. Cyrus hadn't eaten anything after finding Soren on the ground. The hunger was catching up to him. But he won't eat until Siren wakes up. His stomach ached and twisted because of hunger. This made Cyrus's fingers clenched tighter on Soren's hand.
"Cyrus?" A voice called out to him. He did not look back. But he recognised this voice.
"Yes, Sirius?" his voice was low. It sounded frightened.
"May I have a look at him?" Sirius's voice was gentle as he asked for permission.
Cyrus had never trusted outsiders as much as Soren. But right now, when Fallon had failed to stabilise Soren. Sirius seemed like an option Cyrus should take.
Cyrus nodded.
Sirius took Cyrus's nod as agreement. The tall elf stepped forward and glanced down at the boy lying on the table. Sirius took Soren's other hand and a gentle silvery blue glow emitted from in-between Sirius's palms wrapped around Soren's hand.
After a few minutes, Sirius smiled, "you have nothing to worry about." He put Soren's hand down.
Cyrus's head snapped towards the elf, "what?" He looked at Soren's still form and at Sirius.
"Sometimes slow magical transformation or revertation can take a toll on the body. That's the reason this boy coughed out blood."
Cyrus felt relief. He wanted to believe this stranger. It felt as if a weight had been taken off his chest. A weight that felt heavier than temples and ruins, "truthfully?" He looked up at the tall elf.
Sirius nodded.
Cyrus looked back at Soren, "when will he wake up?"
Sirius shook his head, "it could take two or three days." He said, "You don't have to worry about that."
"Big Bro, Cyrus." Aaron came in
"Sirius." The dragonkin followed in after Aaron.
Just as Cyrus was about to take a sigh of relief. He heard those two. He looked back, slightly annoyed.
Sirius also looked at the direction of his companion, "What is it, Arzel?"
"Someone is at the gate." Aaron said, catching Cyrus's attention. He was huffing as if he had run here from the front gate of the orphanage.
"At the door?" Sirius tilted his head.
"Well– there are actually two of them outside. One looks like an elf and the other one has a black cloak around his body and his face is covered by the black hood of the cloak." Arzel explained.
Cyrus stood up, "what do you mean? What do they want?"
Arzel sighed, "The one in the hood talked. The elf didn't seem to converse much."
Something flashed in Cyrus's eyes, "what did the hooded one say?" Why did he feel like something was wrong? No– this feeling's different. He felt like something's gonna change.
"he said," Aaron looked seriously at Cyrus, "he wants to see his brother."