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A Lick Of Frost :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"That is for you to decide, but she will miss you."
"How can she miss me if I have never been hers?"
The nurses were very quiet listening to all of this. Goddess knew what hospital gossip would make of it.
"I did not see another face in her heart. If you are not hers, I am not certain she will ever marry."
"She should marry someone. She should be happy."
"She thinks you would make her happy."
"She's wrong," he said, but more like he was trying to convince himself.
"Perhaps, or perhaps you are the one who has been wrong."
He shook his head. He gathered himself to himself like other people would pull a warm blanket around their shoulders. I watched him rebuild his doctor persona. "I'll have one of the nurses re-dress the wounds. Can your healer do this to human wounds?"
"Sadly, our healing magic has always worked better on faerie flesh," I said.
"Not always," Rhys said, "but in the last few thousand years, yeah.".
Dr. Sang shook his head again. "I would like to know how this healing works."
"Halfwen would be happy to try and explain it at a different time."
"I understand. You want to get your men home."
"Yes," I said. My tears had stopped under the doctor's questions. I realized that he wasn't the only one who had drawn himself to himself. In private I could fall apart, but not here in front of so many. Given the opportunity, the nurses and doctors could sell my emotional pain to the tabloids, and I didn't want that.
Dr. Sang went for the door, as if he needed to get away from us. He paused with the door partially open. "It wasn't a trick, or an illusion?"
"I swear to you that what we saw together was a true vision."
"Does that mean we'd live happily ever after?" he asked.
I shook my head. "It's not that kind of fairy tale. There will be children, and she does love you. Beyond that, I think you could love her, if you'd let yourself, but that may require work on your part. To love someone is to lose a certain amount of control over yourself and your life, and you don't like that. No one likes that," I added.
I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of lust and fresh love is spent, they move on, to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.
"That is for you to decide, but she will miss you."
"How can she miss me if I have never been hers?"
The nurses were very quiet listening to all of this. Goddess knew what hospital gossip would make of it.
"I did not see another face in her heart. If you are not hers, I am not certain she will ever marry."
"She should marry someone. She should be happy."
"She thinks you would make her happy."
"She's wrong," he said, but more like he was trying to convince himself.
"Perhaps, or perhaps you are the one who has been wrong."
He shook his head. He gathered himself to himself like other people would pull a warm blanket around their shoulders. I watched him rebuild his doctor persona. "I'll have one of the nurses re-dress the wounds. Can your healer do this to human wounds?"
"Sadly, our healing magic has always worked better on faerie flesh," I said.
"Not always," Rhys said, "but in the last few thousand years, yeah.".
Dr. Sang shook his head again. "I would like to know how this healing works."
"Halfwen would be happy to try and explain it at a different time."
"I understand. You want to get your men home."
"Yes," I said. My tears had stopped under the doctor's questions. I realized that he wasn't the only one who had drawn himself to himself. In private I could fall apart, but not here in front of so many. Given the opportunity, the nurses and doctors could sell my emotional pain to the tabloids, and I didn't want that.
Dr. Sang went for the door, as if he needed to get away from us. He paused with the door partially open. "It wasn't a trick, or an illusion?"
"I swear to you that what we saw together was a true vision."
"Does that mean we'd live happily ever after?" he asked.
I shook my head. "It's not that kind of fairy tale. There will be children, and she does love you. Beyond that, I think you could love her, if you'd let yourself, but that may require work on your part. To love someone is to lose a certain amount of control over yourself and your life, and you don't like that. No one likes that," I added.
I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of lust and fresh love is spent, they move on, to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.