The arguing made his stomach clench painfully. Not just because the green skinned warlock - Ragnor - wanted to drown him but because the sounds echoed painfully through his skull like they were trying to pound their way out of his skill. His vision blurred and for a moment he thought he might throw up. Swallowing down bile, he tried to assess how badly he'd been hurt to see if he could fight them off if they tried to throw him overboard.
He probably couldn't. Not with the blinding throbbing in his skull and the weakness that seemed to weigh down his body until he felt like he could barely move. But he'd still fight if they laid a hand on him with the intent of killing him.
Hissing softly as the smaller of the warlocks sat down on the bed, he tried to get a better look at her, vision swimming until he managed to blink his eyes into focus. She didn't seem like a threat, but neither did Izzy until she pulled a weapon. Splitting his attention between Ragnor and the woman on his bed, he tried to glare at the warlock who had been threatening him. "Killing me will make the Clave come after you."
Alec doubted that was true but Ragnor didn't know that. The Clave would probably thank the group for killing him off, but he knew that his siblings would come after them. He might not be wanted by the rest of the Nephilim, but Izzy and Jace would try to find him and punish anyone who murdered him.
Even with the warning hanging in the air, he tried to flinch away as the warlock rummaged through the drawer to pull out a stele, feeling faintly guilty for the reaction when she promised not to hurt him. Still, he froze when she touched him, half expecting to be attacked with his own stele until he felt the familiar pattern iratze against his skin.
Closing his eyes, he forced back a sound that would have been embarrassing and given away how hurt he was, taking a slow breath as the pain began to recede. "Thank you." The reprieve was so welcome that he didn't notice the hand in his hair or the other warlock suddenly moving to the bed.
He did notice when Magnus jerked away, the motion causing him to bite his lip so he didn't whimper as the jostling made his stomach rebel again. Alec barely registered the suggestion that he be put in the brig and the mention of not returning him was completely unnoticed. Looking up at the healer, he tried to smile, hoping he looked grateful instead of miserable. "Thank you both for helping me."
The exchange between the two women eased some of his worries. If they meant to kill him, they would have done so and they seemed to want him alive, for now at least. Watching Catarina leave, he gingerly turned his gaze toward Magnus, relieved when it didn't feel like his head would fall off if he moved.
Watching her for a moment, he considered lying, then realized that there was no point. "Like I was nearly beaten to death, but it's getting better."
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Date: 2013-08-21 01:47 am (UTC)From:He probably couldn't. Not with the blinding throbbing in his skull and the weakness that seemed to weigh down his body until he felt like he could barely move. But he'd still fight if they laid a hand on him with the intent of killing him.
Hissing softly as the smaller of the warlocks sat down on the bed, he tried to get a better look at her, vision swimming until he managed to blink his eyes into focus. She didn't seem like a threat, but neither did Izzy until she pulled a weapon. Splitting his attention between Ragnor and the woman on his bed, he tried to glare at the warlock who had been threatening him. "Killing me will make the Clave come after you."
Alec doubted that was true but Ragnor didn't know that. The Clave would probably thank the group for killing him off, but he knew that his siblings would come after them. He might not be wanted by the rest of the Nephilim, but Izzy and Jace would try to find him and punish anyone who murdered him.
Even with the warning hanging in the air, he tried to flinch away as the warlock rummaged through the drawer to pull out a stele, feeling faintly guilty for the reaction when she promised not to hurt him. Still, he froze when she touched him, half expecting to be attacked with his own stele until he felt the familiar pattern iratze against his skin.
Closing his eyes, he forced back a sound that would have been embarrassing and given away how hurt he was, taking a slow breath as the pain began to recede. "Thank you." The reprieve was so welcome that he didn't notice the hand in his hair or the other warlock suddenly moving to the bed.
He did notice when Magnus jerked away, the motion causing him to bite his lip so he didn't whimper as the jostling made his stomach rebel again. Alec barely registered the suggestion that he be put in the brig and the mention of not returning him was completely unnoticed. Looking up at the healer, he tried to smile, hoping he looked grateful instead of miserable. "Thank you both for helping me."
The exchange between the two women eased some of his worries. If they meant to kill him, they would have done so and they seemed to want him alive, for now at least. Watching Catarina leave, he gingerly turned his gaze toward Magnus, relieved when it didn't feel like his head would fall off if he moved.
Watching her for a moment, he considered lying, then realized that there was no point. "Like I was nearly beaten to death, but it's getting better."