Sidenote- in case no one realized it, I updated two chapters, so it might be a good idea to go and read Ch. 8, which also contains my obscenely long author’s note/apology.
The elf walked into the recovery room where Obsidia sat, still staring at the unconscious boy. She crossed over to her and sat down next to Sorens’ heart monitor, but Obsidia still never moved.
“Look, I know I’m probably not your favorite person right now, but we are trying. We didn’t know there was another siren, or we wouldn’t have taken the chance of such a high dosage tranquilizer.” she said almost pleadingly.
“I never caught your name, by the way.”
Still no response. After twenty minutes of this, Holly stood to leave. She had just placed her hand on the doorknob, when the girls’ low, smooth voice rang across the room.
“I didn’t know he was here, either.”
Holly turned back to face the girl, not appearing to have moved, until she spoke again. “If I had known he was here, I would have never been so brash.” her silver eyes glinted in the fluorescent lights as they flicked to Holly. “I don’t mind risking my own life, but I would never risk someone else’s’ at their expense.” she said, the steely resolve draining out if her voice with every word she uttered.
Holly sighed and sat back down. “You’ll tell me all that, but not your name.” she muttered.
“The real one, or the practical one?” she asked before answering her own question. “My name is Obsidia, but I tell everyone Katia, because who can explain a name like Obsidia?”
Holly smiled ruefully in agreement. She opened her mouth to reply, when, suddenly, Sorens’ heart monitor began to beep erratically.
The thin crack Holly had gone through so much trouble to make in Obsidias’ stony exterior closed up like a crack in a glacier, filling in with icy hostility.
Her features once again stoic as ever, Obsidia leapt from her seat, looking over his body as though it was a wound she could see. Holly also sprang up, giving Soren a panicky once-over. Obsidias’ head jerked up sharply to look at her.
“Holly, call the Mud Man, something’s wrong.” she rushed, before turning back to the boy.
“I know that.” she muttered, before speaking into her wrist communicator. Once she alerted Artemis of the boy’s condition, she walked back over to the gurney. Obsidia was sitting down again, realizing there was nothing she could do for him, besides worsen his condition.
“How did you know my name?” she asked, crossing her arms.
Still looking ahead, Obsidia answered, “One, you do have a nametag and I do read Gnommish. Two, I heard the Mud Whelp, Artemis, say it when I was spying on you.” she replied, blatantly admitting that she had been spying on them. Holly raised an eyebrow, but didn’t seem surprised.
Both turned to look at the door as Artemis pushed it open and entered briskly. Obsidia also stood, placing herself in between him and Sorens’ gurney, blocking his path.
“Before you so much as breathe on him, I want to make something very clear. You do anything that hurts him or makes his condition worse, I will kill you all.” she said in a tone cold as ice, sharp as razors.
Artemis swallowed stiffly and nodded once. She sat back down and he began checking the boy’s vitals. Crossing over to stand by his side, Holly positioned herself slightly behind him, just out of his peripheral vision. She glared daggers of ice at Obsidia, sending a clear message that said she wasn’t the only one who could make threats.
Obsidias’ returning glare held a message if its own.
Come and get it.
So much for trust.