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@defyances said:

Nurse Me

(THIS GOT SUPER LONG OMG)

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“Captain. Captain, stay with me.”

The woman’s voice reached her ears, yet it seemed so distant at the same time. Her sight was blurry and she could feel stings of pain across her entire body. From what her reduced senses could tell her, she was being carried and whoever was doing it seemed to be in a hurry. Several footsteps echoed in her ears, and she closed her eyes due to exhaustion. Eventually, most of the noise died down until only the sounds from the one moving her remained alongside constant gasps for air until she felt herself get gently lowered down to the ground in a sitting position, her back lying against a cold and hard surface.

Irelia slowly opened her eyes to meet emerald hues staring at her intensely, a sigh of relief escaping from her companion’s lips once she saw her regain consciousness; Though she also quickly noticed the blood streaming down from her forehead, the gash on her abdomen and the arrow protruding from the back of her left shoulder.

“Stay still. I’ll try to patch you up. I’m not a medic though, so… No promises that it won’t sting.” Flayn said before diving her hands into the small sash she was carrying on her waist. “Good thing I nabbed these supplies before it all went down.”

The dancer scanned their surroundings while Flayn prepared what she needed. They were in what seemed to be a cave, hidden away from whatever managed to injure them both that badly. Her eyes diverted to her right, and she managed to spot her crest blades neatly packed together in the floor alongside the two sheathed katanas that she knew belonged to the Fiend.

“What happened?” She asked, returning her sights to the other woman who was moistening a piece of cotton with alcohol.

“We were ambushed.” Was her reply. She placed the cotton in her shoulder wound, eliciting a gasp from Irelia. “We told them we shouldn’t have travelled at night, but they didn’t listen. I swear, it seems the Navori Brotherhood wants us to get killed or something. Then again, I wouldn’t doubt for a minute that they do. You’d think they’d let go of this petty grudge they have against us now that we’re fighting Noxus again, but it seems that’s asking for too much. We were easy pickings.”

Her words helped her remember exactly what occurred. Their plan was to take a small warband to the southern villages where they would meet up with their newly formed militia, with whom they would set up further defenses in order to face the brunt of the Noxian advance in the area with bolstered numbers and better preparation. Yet even though their idea was to march there in the morning, as soon as the sun rose, several members of the Brotherhood that decided to ally with the guard protested and demanded that they began their travel at night instead, insisting that time was of the essence. Eventually more people joined with them, and they had no choice but to comply with those demands. And even though the path was supposedly clear from Noxian activity, several armed soldiers and assassins jumped at the warband as soon as they took their first steps in the woodlands that they were going to use precisely to avoid that.

“Did… Did anyone else make it out?” She inquired, already fearing the worst. Flayn looked her in the eyes with a pained expression and sighed again, reaching out for the bandages and wrapping them up around her exposed shoulder wound.

“I don’t know. You were the only one I could reach in time, and… Well, apologies captain, but I only have two hands.” She responded.

Another sigh escaped from Irelia’s lips. So many lives were lost alone that night. The warband consisted of herself, Flayn, and 48 other Ionians who, as far as she knew, were all dead now. All due to a careless mistake. If only she remained steady. If she didn’t concede to their demands and insisted that they stuck to the plan, then maybe-

“I can tell what you’re thinking, captain.” Flayn’s words snapped her out of her thoughts. The woman grabbed another piece of cotton and ran it through the running injuries in her right leg. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“How is this not my fault, Flayn?!” She snapped at her companion, gritting her teeth and gasping at the sharp sting that ran through her body. “A leader is supposed to remain unwavering! If I hadn’t hesitated, this wouldn’t- “

“Tell me then, what else were we supposed to do?” Flayn responded, moving her gaze to meet hers and frowning in annoyance. “You know how the Brotherhood is. If you didn’t cave in, they would have definitely started a revolt in the middle of the camp.” She reached for the bandages again, and began patching up her leg. “Whatever we did, people would have been either injured or outright killed. And captain… Do you really believe that having to raise our blades against our own people was a better alternative? Even if they’re from the Brotherhood?”

The warrior finished bandaging her limb and put both hands on Irelia’s shoulders, forcing their gazes to remain fixated on each other.

“It wasn’t your fault, Irelia. It wasn’t your fault that they were reckless, or that we were forced into this situation. I promise, it wasn’t your fault.” She finished, throwing all formalities out the window. This wasn’t a soldier talking to her superior; This was Rha Flayn talking directly to Xan Irelia.

The dancer felt silent, every single word that the fiend said echoing through her thoughts. Deep down she knew that she was right, yet a sting of guilt remained in her heart regardless. Sighing, Flayn moved her hands and pulled her into a tight hug which was immediately reciprocated. Both women closed their eyes and remained like that for what seemed like hours, even though at best just a minute had passed, in which they did not say a single word and allowed each other to serve as a beacon. A lot of emotions went unsaid, and perhaps for the current situation it was better that way.

“That should do it. It’s not perfect, but at least you won’t bleed out.” Flayn spoke after she pulled out, sighing again and sitting down next to her captain.

“What about you? You’re injured as well.” Irelia asked, eliciting a chuckle from the other woman.

“Well, those were all the bandages and alcohol I could grab. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” She replied, nonchalantly pulling out the arrow that until that moment was still clinging to her shoulder and wiping out some of the blood that was still trickling down her forehead.

They remained in silence for a long time until they heard footsteps. A small glimmer of hope appeared in Irelia’s eyes as soon as they reached her ears. Were they survivors? Did someone manage to get away from that ambush? Yet it was quickly dashed once she heard them talk.

“They must have hidden somewhere around here. Find the blade witch, and the demon too.”

They weren’t survivors. It was the Noxian force that attacked them, looking for them to finish them off.

Both Ionians looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Neither one was in proper condition to fight, yet they did not have time to think of a plan either. Expecting them to simply ignore the cave was out of the question.

“Dammit…” Flayn muttered before getting up and walking to her katanas.

She had made her decision.

“What… What are you doing?” Irelia asked her, refusing to believe what her mind was telling her that she was about to do.

“I’m gonna lead them away, of course. You can’t fight with those wounds, but I can at least still swing my swords with Dranna’s help.” She responded while holstering both weapons in their respective spots at her back and hip.

She tried to walk past her, but she was stopped.

“Wait!” Irelia grabbed her by the wrist as soon as she got the chance. The fiend froze in place, not looking back at her. “I can’t… I can’t let you do this.”

Silence crept itself into the cave once again. After several agonizing seconds, Flayn finally turned her gaze at the dancer and smiled softly at her.

“You say that like I’m giving you a choice, captain.” Was her short response. Her grip tightened regardless, and Flayn sighed once again. “Look, this is a different matter. Ionia needs you, Irelia. You’re our hero. I’m nothing more than a soldier. You’re far more important to everyone than I can ever hope to be.”

“You’re still my friend.”

Those words. They stung in her more than they should have. Flayn simply directed her gaze at the cave’s exit and nodded.

“As soon as you can walk, get out of here and go back to the camp. There’s still too much road ahead to reach the southern villages, so that’s the best option. The garrison we left behind should still be there. I’ll clear a path for you, so you shouldn’t have any trouble.”

“Are you even listening to me?!”

“I’ll meet you there.” She interrupted her, returning her eyes to the other woman. “Once I shake them off, I’ll get back to the camp myself and regroup. I promise.”

And with that, she managed to wrestle herself free from Irelia’s grasp and continued her path. Closing her eyes, Flayn pictured the power flowing through her body and effortlessly brought it out like she was so accustomed to, her body consuming itself in her signature purple colored aura. Another sigh escaped from her lips.

“Color me surprised, little flower.” The owner of said powers spoke within her being. “I would have never expected that you’d be willing to die for someone. Much less for her, of all people.”

“You say that as if I was already dead, Dranna.” She responded in a whisper to be sure that only she could hear her.

“Well, it’s not like you have many chances of making it out of this in one piece. Though I’ll be impressed if you do, if I’m honest. Don’t you die on me now~” She finished with a chuckle. Even in what seemed to be her final moments, Dranna continued to be a thorn in her side.

Steadying her nerves, Flayn drew her hip blade and charged outside.

“Flayn! FLAYN!” Irelia’s desperate cry reached her ears, yet she pushed forward regardless. Quickly meeting two soldiers, her sword immediately found itself plunged into the first one’s chest while the other one quickly got hit by a swift kick to the chin that knocked him off his feet.

“Hey assholes! Were you looking for me? Come and get me then!” She screamed at the top of her lungs to make sure that she caught everyone’s attention before sprinting into the depth of the woods, several men immediately trailing behind her in a fury.

The dancer, left alone in the cave, could do nothing more than silently pray to all of the spirits that she made it out safely.

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Lighting a lantern was always something she despised doing. It reminded her of all the losses she suffered, both her own and the ones the First Lands had to endure. And even with time, it never got any easier.

As soon as the morning arrived, Irelia could feel her body reach the point where she could walk without much difficulty. She got up and left the cave that was her shelter through the entirety of that dreadful night, and she started her journey back to the guard’s camp. Several dead Noxians littered the forest, so she was certain that at least her comrade managed to take down a good chunk of them.

And yet… She at first ignored what she asked her to do and looked for her across the woodlands, but found no trace of the Fiend. She eventually resigned herself from doing that and decided to head back to the camp like they agreed to expecting to find her there, but when she arrived there the other soldiers told her the awful truth: She was the only one who returned.

She waited for an entire day, taking the time to fully recover from her wounds and hoping that Flayn would show up eventually, but her mind forced her to accept the fact that she was likely gone for good alongside the rest of the warband.

The lighting of the lantern was something meant to be done by the deceased’s family, but… Irelia knew about the tribulations that Flayn went through. There was no family whatsoever to do it for her, and she knew that any of her associates would likely not even bother with it either. So, as painful as it was for her heart, she decided to do it herself. It was the least she could have done for the woman that died so she could live another day.

“I am… Truly sorry you had to meet your end this way.” She whispered, holding the torch chose to her heart, the effigy waiting to be lit. She wanted to cry. She wanted to let herself be weak for once, but refused to do so. She knew that’s not what she would have wanted. “But know that your sacrifice will not be in vain. All I hope is that, wherever you are now… You finally found the peace you deserve. May the spirits guide you, Rha Flayn.”

Her words said, she inched the flame close to the lantern. But before they came into contact, a loud voice reached her ears.

“Captain! Someone is approaching the camp!”

It came from the man stationed in the lookout tower. Grunting in disgust due to someone daring to interrupt the sacred ceremony, she turned her head to it with a frown.

“Are they Noxian?” She asked with a sharp tone. If the answer was positive, then she was going to be sure that they regretted trying to attack them now.

“Doesn’t look like it, but they’re moving pretty slowly. Wait…” The lookout leaned over the tower’s rail to get a better view, and once he realized who it was, he gasped in surprise. “It’s the Fiend!”

“What?!”

Irelia dropped the torch on the ground and ran to the camp’s entrance. The small figure in the distance drew itself closer, and she covered her mouth in reaction of what she saw. Gripping her blade in one hand, her torso with the other, her back riddled with arrows, walking with a very noticeable limp and covered in enough blood to fill a tub… Was Flayn. Her body was almost completely broken, yet she was still standing regardless.

“Hey guys! Anybody… Got something to eat?” She yelled once she got into hearing distance of the camp.

The dancer, unable to contain herself any longer, ran to meet her comrade and allowed her to lean on her shoulder as soon as she basically tripped into it due to a combination of exhaustion and pain. Without sharing a word, Irelia led her into the camp where the rest of the soldiers looked at them both in surprise and shock at the shape she was in.

“…What’s with the lantern?” Flayn asked once she saw the unlit effigy in question. A soft chuckle escaped from her throat alongside a cough. “Don’t tell me it’s for me. I’m not dead as far as I can tell.”

“It amazes me that you can remain as witty as always, even when you can barely walk.” She responded shaking her head.

“Well, it does make the pain a bit less throbbing.” The fiend paused for a second and turned her head to her superior. “Hey captain, I’d love to catch up with you after all that happened but… Do you mind if I pass out for an hour or two? I can sort of not feel my legs anymore.”

Irelia nodded and smiled softly at her.

“Of course. Rest as much as you need. I think you more than earned it.”

As soon as she heard those words, Flayn closed her eyes and allowed herself to collapse completely. Yet Irelia did not let her hit the floor at all, opting to sweep her off her legs and carry her fully in her arms.

It was her turn to take her to safety this time, just as she had done for her in that horrible night. And hopefully, this time, things would be different.

They still had a lot to talk about, after all.