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Dath Dragnost

I look to the clock, it's been fifteen minutes and that long enough. I push off the wall i'm leaning against and walk quickly to the girls locker room and push it open. 

"SALT. GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE." I yell. Was I pissed at her? No. Yes. Maybe. I don't know. All I know is each time I have to see her ass handed to her in training, my rage intensifies each time. Knowing her fucking body stays bruised , because of her own father he threw her in here with no regard for the fact that shed get eaten alive. Not just for her smaller body and the fact she was fucking defenseless among people who have trained since they were children for this, but because of who she is. The generals fucking daughter. She had enemies on the Wild side, and within her own fucking people, the loyalists. 

"SALT! LETS MOVE." I yell into the quiet locker room, my voice echoing and I turn my head. I swear to god if she ran off after I specifically instructed her to come back to the training room, I was going to fuck her through a fucking wall tonight as punishment. 

"SALT. ANSWER YOUR FUCKING CAPTAIN." I yell, my voice bellowing, carrying back to me with an echo and I wait, and listen. 

"IF ANYONE IS IN THERE, COVER WHAT YOU DONT WANT SEEN. CAPTAIN DRAGNOST IS ENTERING." I yell and wait one second, two seconds. No voices or shuffling heard so I step in. 

My eyes fall to the floor behind the door when it hits something. Looking down, a pair of legs, a body, a small fucking body. Silver hair. Blood leaking from a gash in her cheek. 

"SALAYNA!" I yell, dropping to my knees, my heart fucking stops in my chest. She's out cold. Dead? 

"FUCK" I yell and press my fingers to her throat, my heart fucking racing as I search for a fucking pulse. The second it takes to find it, feels like forever. And I dont care to analyze the fucking relief that washes over me. I dont care to delve into the sting behind my eyes, or the emotion in my throat as I grab her face gently. Scowling , at her, but not because of her, but because of whoever the fuck did this to her. 

"Salyana, hey, Salayna" I say as I gently cup her head, feeling a knot on the side of it. Large. 

"I'll fucking kill whoever the fuck did this." I promise her , speaking to her as if she can fucking hear me. I scoop her up, standing, moving quickly as I rush her to the healers. 

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"Behind the curtain Dragnost." one of the female healers says when they start to assess the damage, needing to remove her clothes to see her other wounds. 

I almost open my fucking mouth and say it doesnt matter, because I've seen every fucking inch of her. That I already know she has a heart shaped beauty mark on the right side of her pelvis on her pelvic bone. 

I glare at Salayna as her leathers are removed, her vest.

"Dath..please. Let us look at her. You can stay right outside." The female healer lowers her voice. My eyes go to hers. 

"You're showing an awful lot of concern for the generals daughter. And with all due respect Captain...you should probably reign that in if you dont want people to talk or speculate why that is." She says, so quietly that Im grateful that nobody else can hear. but I dont fucking care about that right now. I should, but I dont. 

My eyes flick to Salayna, one of the healers already using their powers to mend the gash in her cheek, another with their hand on the side of her head with large goose egg on it. I step back, the woman in front of me gives a nod and pulls the curtain shut. 

I look around the healer room. There's a loyalist in the bed across the room, watching. I sneer. Their eyes dart away and then a healer walks over to them, pulling the curtain around their bed, leaving me standing ont he other side of Salaynas curtain. 

I ask about ten questions, none of them answered. They ignore me as the assess the damage. 

"Just tell me if she's going to fucking live!" I yell. 

The curtain is snatched open and a male healer looks at me. 

"She is alive. And will stay that way. Unless you dont shut your god damn mouth and let us focus!" He yells and swings the curtain shut again. I want to grab him and slam his head off the floor and punch him in the face. My hands curl into fists and I pace, quietly. Not speaking. It's not his fault, it's nobodys but mine that Im so....fucking...mad...so god damn fucked up over her. Yeah, well that's what happens when you sink your dick into your first obsession you've ever had. I cared for her. Fuck. I fucking cared for her, beyond the way a Captain was supposed to care. Because i didnt just care about her as a guard did I? No. She wasnt just my student, or a part of the guard. She was.....mine. I run my fingers through my hair, gripping, it, nearly fucking pulling it out as I pace back and forth, my boots stomping as I pace. 

Several minutes later the curtain opens. Three healers walk out, one of them the male. Who glares at me, jaw clenched. 

"Damage?" I ask him. He rolls his eyes, and passes the chart to one of the female healers and keeps walking. I resist the urge to beat the shit out of him. 

"What happened to her in the training room?" The woman asks. 

"Nothing, this wasnt...they fucking did this in the locker room. They fucking jumped her." I say. 

"Who?" she asks. 

"If i fucking knew that, they'd be in one of these fucking beds. Tell me what's wrong with her." I growl , growing angrier and more pissed off and impatient. 

"Impact to the head. Obviously you saw that, as well as the face wound to her cheekbone." she says and I nod. 

"There were two broken ribs, they're mended now. But she'll still have pain from it. We gave her some pain reliever, she'll be ...high for a bit. " She says and I nod. Because I knew how strong the remedies they gave us could be. I swear my first year, I'd been high for four fucking days after a broken arm and leg from falling off the side of cliff we were scaling for practice in the games.

They broke. Her. Fucking. Ribs. I grit my teeth. I'd break all of theirs. Whoever did this. I'd break all of their ribs. Let them heal. And do it again. 

The other nurse walks out and I look in the curtained area and wince as I see her. Her cheek still partially swollen, but the cut mended shut. Bruising around her entire eye, and part of her nose. 

My head turns when I hear quick footfall, my lip snarling as Rylus pants, eyes wide, looking around the room, landing on me. To the curtain. He says nothing as he runs over and barges past the curtain. 

"What the fuck did you do to her?!" He yells. Turning his chest puffing and stepping into my face. 

I could snap his fucking neck. 

"He didnt do this." The female healer is quick to say, sensing the fact Im about to rip his fucking head off. 

"Back. The. Fuck. Up. NOW Rainest." I warn him, and his nostrils flare and he glares at me. 

"If I find out you did this." He hisses and I step forward, stepping back toe to toe, peering down at him. 

"Threaten me again Rainest..and it will be the last fucking words you ever speak...the last fucking breath you ever take." I say through my teeth, quietly. He puffs his chest, snarling , unmoving.

"Then who did it?" He hisses and the nurse steps back. 

"I dont know. But Im going to find out." I say. 

"She'll be out for a little while...maybe an hour or so." The nurse says. 

"I can have someone fetch you when she's awake." 

"I'm staying." Both Rylus and I say at the same time. Rylus cocking his brow with a snarl of his lip and then turning his head to the nurse.

"I um...I was talking to the captain." She says softly. I fight the fucking smirk, because now wasnt the time to be smug. 

"You have things to be doing." I say to Rylus. Which was true, but also, I was selfish. I didnt fucking want him here. Didnt want him near her. Not now, not fucking ever. I wont acknowledge why that is. Even though I know it's because Im god damn jealous. Im jealous he knew her before this. Jealous he knew her at all. I saw the way she looked at him that first day. She was in love with him. Had romantic feelings for him, and it was clear to fucking everyone, that he had feelings for her as well. So no, I dont want him here. I dont want him around her, for several reasons. but mostly, because I cant fucking stand to see that look in her eyes, even when she's angry with him, it's there. Fucking longing, and hope. It made me sick to my fucking stomach. 

"So do you...Captain." Rylus bites out. 

"Do I need to rethink your position Rainest? Are you disobeying your Captains orders?" I snarl through my teeth as I peer down at him. Height meant nothing, it didnt matter I was four inches taller, or that I was captain. A fight between us physically, I wasnt a sure win. I know Rylus is one of our most skilled. But, he doesnt scare me. Not in the slightest. 

"I wasnt given any order." He says and I grit my teeth.

"Well here's one for you....Get the fuck out of here. And go figure out who the fuck did this to her. THAT...is an order." I say as I fight to keep my fucking voice down. 

He stands there, eyes on mine, having a fucking stare off with me for several moments before his jaw ticks one last time. 

"Yes. Captain." He says with pissed off sarcasm and looks to the bed. To Salayna. 

It's all I have in me, to tell him this is partially his fault. Because he'd rather ignore the fact she was stuck here, would rather be easy on her. His fault for seeing her as weak and not doing a damn thing to better her odds. But I bite my fucking tongue. Because I see the flash of worry, the sadness in his eyes. Love. I swallow and look to Salayna. 

"Can I make a request?" Rylus whispers. And i hear it, the slight waver in his voice, the slight crack of emotion. I close my eyes. Because fuck, why couldnt I just be a monster and tell him to fuck off. 

I say nothing. 

"Have someone come get me when she wakes up?" He poses his whisper as a question.

"Please Dath." He says a few seconds later.

"Whatever." I say with a wave of my hand. "I'll have someone notify you. Now go." 

Would I ? I dont know, I had an hour or so to decide. But Rylus nods. 

"Thank you." he says almost inaudibly and then turns and walks away. 

I pull the fucking curtain shut and stand by her bed. 

"How the fuck you can look so fucking pretty in nothing but this ugly ass sheet, is beyond me Silver." I mutter, my voice barely a whisper. I try humor with myself, try to change my mood from what it is, to what is more comfortable. Because caring about someone like this? Well, it fucking sucks. Especially ...her. She's the last person that I should let fucking turn my world upside down. 

I move up closer to the top of the narrow bed and lift my hand and gently let my hand lower onto the top of her forehead near her hair line, and push the fine hairs back. 

"You're fucking lucky your alive Silver." I say as I stroke her forehead gently again, and push the hair back again. I lean down. 

"You don't get to die. but I promise you...whoever did this...will." I whisper and press a kiss to her forehead and then stand back up and look down at her. Her slender body under the sheet. I take the sheet and lift it. She's naked underneath, but my cock doesnt stir, because Im not being a fucking creep. I scowl at the bruises on her ribs. The fainter ones I know have to be from training. But I can tell the deeper bruise is from the fight that landed her. Was it even a fight? Did she fight back?

"You better have fought back Silver." I say angrily as my head dips down and press my lips to her bruised ribs. As if my mouth has fucking healing powers. But I dont know, my mother used to do it to me as a kid. Kiss a skinned knee, or scraped elbow , to "make it better." It feel silly, and feels stupid knowing that it does nothing. But i always thought it helped when I was little. Made the pain just a little less. I kiss them again. 

Then pull the sheet back up over her to her shoulders. 

I lift my hand, letting my thumb gently graze the mended gash on her cheek. The skin an angry red and purple and blue. A small line from where the healers powers closed the wound. 

"Nobody gets to fuck up my favorite face and get away with it." I whisper.

I huff a small laugh. Shaking my head, and inhale deeply, exhaling loudly.

"What the fuck are doing to me Salt? Hmm?" I talk to her, talking to myself. I stroke the bruised cheek then gently run my thumb over her eyebrow. 

"Have me in here, talking to myself like a fucking fool." I whisper. 

"A fool for the generals fucking daughter.  You're going to be the fucking death of me, arent you?" I ask her as I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead again. 

"A god damn fool" I mutter against her forehead. "And it's all your fault."