Wake Up! Healer's Clinic PV Elena Clark

Her neck twisted at an odd position, chin resting against her clavicle and lips slightly parted — the young raven was the picture of slumber, in such a way tiny "zzz" would have hoovered above her head should she have been captured by the skillful quill of a cartoonist. Head swaying lightly, the weight carried by such a remarkably heavy limb pulled her entire body towards, and soon a terrifying sensation of falling, falling, falling buzzed within her bones, until finally she was shaken into awakening with a soft startle.

Frowning, eyes squinting from the sudden light poured by a nearby chandelier, it took her a few seconds to assess control over her environment once more. Elena was never one to drift into a heavy sleep, yet those occasional naps that lasted less than a few minutes appeared to throw her down the pit of sleep, down to the very bottom until waking up felt like dragging her body through layers and layers of slumber. Something was moving before her, a tall torso straightening upward as a familiar voice croaked a few wor—

"ARI!"

In the blink of an eye she had jumped towards him, arms thrown around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace, relief flooding her veins as the worry that had ruled over them slowly washed away. The hug was as short as sudden, and already she had pulled away, not wishing him to break any more bones. Or whatever had happened during this hellish match.

It had happened so fast. One second she was applauding his remarkable goalie skills, shouting his name with the largest grin one could spark, and the next he was thrown halfway across the ring from the impact of an enemy stick. Her heart had dropped. Whatever had found its way into her hands at that moment ended up crushed down by tiny fists, as she fought the urge to just hop onto the ring and carry him herself to whoever could fix him. Not that she had feared losing him, she knew safety was not as hazardous as it may have seemed, but for a split second her world had been struck in half, and an odd silence had rung into her ears as she trailed around the ring, pushing through the crowd to try and see him, know that he wasn't-. The game ended as she was desperately trying to convince staff to let her carry him to the healer yurt. She didn't know who had won, and she didn't care. From that moment, she had spent the next hours uncomfortably sat in that chair, waiting for him to wake up.

"Idiot." A whisper at first, before the first tears veiled her vision and somehow a cushion found its way into her hand, sending it into his face. "You idiot! Did you not see she had just knocked out another one of your teammates? Why did you have to throw yourself into the lion's dent like that you-" You scared me. Moron. Taking a deep breath, she ran a hand through tousled blonde locks before sighing, shaking her head. "I do not know. A few hours, perhaps."