A Solumn Vow...(Sephora and Emma if she wants)

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn had been in intensive care for the past 48 hours. He had faded in and out of consciousness more times then he could count and enough times to face the light that it would surpass the number of fingers and toes he had. But he kept fighting, or at least attempted too.

His body had groaned for hours on end in protest of keeping itself alive. He used almost every ounce of strength he could get with the routine injections he was given that gave him small spikes of energy.

A few times turning the conscious moments he had looked over to Sephora only to grit his teeth in pain. His ribs were tied together and his wrist was in a splint and sling. He also had a bandage encompassing his head from the concussion he had suffered.

But whenever he woke up he would always look over to her, no matter the pain that only made him wince, close his eyes for a second and grit his teeth. But every time he looked to her he would feel tears forming and running down his face. Most would think it was just the pain, he was banged up more then Sephora and a few of the staff thought he wouldn't make it more times then once.

But the tears were not of pain, at least his own physical pain, just the pain of seeing Sephora like that. Hurt so bad that he barely topped her in injuries. If only he had been there a minute or two earlier..If only it had been him instead of her that was hurt.

After the 48 hours of intensive care all he heard was the soft splash of an IV next to him and his own breathing. He swallowed hard which only made his head hurt. He knew what he was going to do now. She was only a few feet away, he could make it, he just. Had. To. Try.

He struggled, pressing with his good hand on the bed and rolling to the side of the bed where he placed his feet on the ground and pushed again to stand up. He felt woozy and light headed and grabbed the IV leaning heavily on it to keep himself standing.

He looked at Sephora, he didn't know if she was awake or not but he would wait there next to her until she awoke. Not in the stalker way but in the sense that he was someone who cared about her enough to not want to leave her side.

He inched his way on weak legs to her bedside and dropped to his knees on the tiled floor and sat there kneeling at her bedside. He let his hand slip from the IV and take her hand and smiled softly as he looked at her, he cared for her. He really did, he just didn't know if she cared for him too but he knew what he was going to do, to ensure she would never be hurt ever again, as long as he had one last breath in his lungs he would never let something like this happen to her again.

[sephora]

Sephora faded in and out of conciousness. There were tight bandages around her torso, keeping the broken ribs in place. Not only were broken ribs beneath the bandages, but layers and layers of bruises. Her entire body was covered. This had become evident once the blood had been washed from her body.

The girl's entire left arm was covered in a cast, for her elbow had been shattered. Her right foot was in a wrap, it had been sprained, luckily not broken. It was still hard for her to move, due to the shock in her muscles and her former near complete lack of blood. Every time she had been able to, though, she had tried to ask about Nymn.

Her new friend had saved her life, had protected her when the demon had been about to hit her with the final blow. Her throat was clenched and her vocal cords were bruised from all the screaming, so it had been nearly impossible for her to speak and inquire about him.

Unknowing of how long she had been in the infirmary, Sephora opened her eyes. The girl suddenly felt watched and turned her head as much as she could. Tears welled in her eyes at what she saw.

Nymn was standing beside the bed, clutching his IV stand. He was covered in bruises, and looked as if he was trying to ignore intense pain. She knew that he had been injured worse than her, but to see him almost broke her heart. Sephora truly felt that Nymn, even though they were newly friends, cared for her nearly as much as her father did. "There's my hero." The girl said with a gentle smile.

"Nymn," She said softly, reaching up her hand to him, "you shouldn't be standing." Gathering her strength, the girl scooted so that there was more space beside her on the bed. "Lay with me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He looked at Sephora's eyes fluttered open, she seemed to be in just as much pain as him but just by looking at him. He felt a pang of pain strike him. It was his fault she was like this, it was his fault she was hurt, if only he had been there sooner or attacked him when he had the chance.

She however seemed to smile beneath it all and call him her 'hero'. Hero? Him? No, he was no hero, he had fought to die. Fight long enough to make sure she got somewhere safe and die knowing at least in his own mortal eyes he would believe himself a good person, not a murderer.

But as if by some stroke of divinity he had been graced with a second chance. Maybe his destiny lied somewhere further then just as a martyr. The only thing is he had to find his destiny, but for now he will just focus on keeping his one friend within this half of the world happy.

But now she told him that he shouldn't be standing and to lay next to her. He didn't know if he should or not, but he would at least sit. So he sat on the edge of the bed next to her still holding onto the IV.

He then looked back to her with a solemn look. He then felt a few trickles from tears fall from the corners of his eyes. "Sephora...I'm so sorry...I should have been there to protect you.." He said as he looked down at the white bed and tears stained the fabric to make it a near gray color.

"I should have attacked him before he got to you..Then you never would have been hurt..." he said as he looked back up to her, his red contact colored eyes seemed a blur behind the tears that still weld up.

He felt like throwing up, passing out and staying awake long enough to talk to her some more but he knew the last one would be the best since he could at least see Sephora just a little longer before letting his eyes close yet again.

[sephora]

Her heart fell a bit when he didn't lay down, Sephora needed to comfort of being close to someone she trusted. He did, at least, sit down. That put him closer. He also looked exhausted and she knew that laying down would make him feel better.

To her surprise, he began to cry silently. "Sephora...I'm so sorry...I should have been there to protect you.." For a moment, the girl was completely confused. He had been there to protect her, he had saved her life. The demon inside of Joar had tried to kill her, and if Nymn hadn't been there he would have suceeded. "I should have attacked him before he got to you..Then you never would have been hurt..."

"My dear friend," Sephora whispered, "if you hadn't been there I would have died." She paused and breathed for a moment, it was an effort to talk, especially since her lungs were so bruised from all the blood entering then leaving.

"Joar was a good boy, no one would have expected him to..." She paused and slid her small bruised hand into Nymn's, "...to become posessed." Sephora tried to smile but failed, "I don't know how, but somehow you knew something was wrong."

This time she did smile. Sephora's cheeks became moistened as she began to cry as well. "It doesn't matter that I'm hurt. You saved my life."

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn looked at her tears still running down his face. She said it wasn't his fault but it was, if he had been there even a minute earlier she would have not been hurt. He didn't want her hurt, he couldn't stand to he her in pain. She was his best friend and he had already seen one friend die from a 'demon' and now he had almost lost her to a real demon.

Was he truly getting stronger? Or had he just been a lucky sonva bitch? Either way it was probably a fluke and he wouldn't survive another encounter with the guy.

But when she took his hand he felt his heart skip a beat. Half of him wanted to move closer and the other half wanted to pull away. He now knew he wanted to be with her but he also knew he couldn't all he would do if he was with her would make her sad and cause her more pain. Especially after she was assaulted by a guy she thought she loved.

With his broken wrist that she had her hand in he gave a small grip, as much as he could without hurting himself from the broken wrist. He then leaned over and kissed her forehead, he would do that. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I still should have been there for you Sephora, and I promise you, on my own life, that I will protect you until the last breath escapes my lungs. I will protect you and comfort you whenever you need someone and I will do my best to make you happy" he said with a soft smile.

He felt dizzy again but shook the light-headed feeling away and focused on Sephora. Just a little longer, a little longer and I won't care if I collapse and break something else. Just let me live to make sure she is happy to find someone she can love... He thought as he looked at her still with a soft smile.

[sephora]

The boy leaned over and kissed her forhead. Sephora smiled up at him, taking comfort in his presence, though he didn't seem to want to get any closer to her. She couldn't figure out why, and the sudden reasons that ran through her head made her want to scream. Perhaps Nymn didn't want to get closer to her because he was afraid another demon would appear. Perhaps he thought she was tainted, having done something unspeakable to make that demon come after her.

The tears welling in her eyes halted, though, at his gentle words.

"I still should have been there for you Sephora, and I promise you, on my own life, that I will protect you until the last breath escapes my lungs. I will protect you and comfort you whenever you need someone and I will do my best to make you happy" He said with a gentle squeeze of her hand. The hand she had in her weak grip was wrapped up and she hoped that she wasn't hurting him.

Nymn suddenly looked a little woozy and swayed a bit, then focused back on her. "There was nothing more you could have done, Nymn. If you had gotten there earlier you wouldn't have been able to take him by surprise like you did. We would probably both be dead."

Sephora took her eyes off of Nymn's strong face and looked at the ceiling, "As far as making me happy, I don't know why you would want to. I. . . " the words didn't seem to want to come out, " thought I loved Joar." Tears began to leak down the sides of her face once more. "Then the demon. . . he tried to kill me."

Sephora slipped her hand out of Nymn's gentle grasp. "I'm obviously dangerous to care about. I don't know why he came after me, but there must have been a reason." Lifting her good arm, she wiped at the tears, grimacing at the pain of touching her bruises, "I'm not worth your protection, or your comfort." The last was said softly, almost too soft for him to hear. It was hard for Sephora, admitting how she truly felt about herself. She knew that most likely the demon had just gone after who was closest, but it had known things about her. She didn't want Nymn to get involved with her if it meant it would compromise his safety.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He looked at Sephora as she began to cry. It hurt him to see her like this, he knew she cared about Joar and her words only proved his thoughts. But she said she wasn't worth his protection or comfort. Now that was an outright lie.

Should he do this? Or should he wait a while longer? Maybe a few days would be better for this. He looked down as he held her hand still, with more strength in it then he thought he had.

He then looked to Sephora with a solemn look then pushed the IV closer to the head of the bed and laid down, moving his good arm under her waist as not to hurt her ribs and removed his hand from hers to grip the good one.

He kissed her cheek and held her close. "Sephora, you are always worth protecting and comfort, how could you not be? Demons are vile and dispicable abominations and they are always said to go after the most pure and innocent person to corrupt or kill them, taking them from God's love." he said softly.

"Besides, I will protect you with my life as many times as needed not because I feel obligated to do this but because I care about you...and well other reasons I wish not to speak of." He said softly still holding her close. "But I promise I will never leave your side until I see you fully healed and happy again." He said giving her a grin and another kiss to the cheek. "How does that sound?"

[sephora]

Nymn moved his IV and slid onto the bed with her, placing his arm gently under her waist. It felt so good to have someone else close, especially him. Like she had said earlier, the boy was her hero and Sephora wouldn't want to be close to anyone else but him right now. "Sephora, you are always worth protecting and comfort, how could you not be? Demons are vile and dispicable abominations and they are always said to go after the most pure and innocent person to corrupt or kill them, taking them from God's love."

The girl remained silent. His words were so sweet and she knew deep down that he really meant them. "Besides, I will protect you with my life as many times as needed not because I feel obligated to do this but because I care about you...and well other reasons I wish not to speak of. But I promise I will never leave your side until I see you fully healed and happy again. How does that sound?" He said these wonderful things while kissing her cheek and Sephora closed her eyes. The prospect of always having him close was a good one, right now he was the only person at this school she felt was trustworthy, other than Miss. Lunari.

"That sounds wonderful, Nymn," Sephora spoke while gently nuzzling against him, careful to avoid bumping anything injured or hurting her bruised face, "You really are my hero."

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn held her closer as she moved into him. Her body, even though battered and bruised felt good in his arms. He cared about her deeply and couldn't think of anywhere else in the world he would rather be.

Once again she called him her Hero. He wasn't a hero but if thats what she wanted to think right now he would let her. Pressure in his chest made him feel awkward, not that it hurt but as if there was a nagging feeling in there that was slowly eating him away.

He knew his heart couldn't take much more of this and that he should tell her now, but the only question laid how? Just tell her outright? Tell her subtly or just not tell her at all? The third one wasn't much of a choice at all since he knew he couldn't hold it in forever.

So he decided to come out with it outright. As he saw her smiling face buried in his chest, still bruised from the fight he took his broken hand and with a easy knuckle lifted her chin slowly for her to meet his gaze and looked right into her eyes, he did not quiver or turn away when he looked into hers but his eyes alone would speak volumes of his feelings but he would at the words for direction and traditions sake. "Sephora...I love you..." He said softly, barely above a whisper and kissed her lips sweetly.

[sephora]

Sephora lay in the comfort of Nymn's arms. He felt so good against her, she honestly felt safe in his arms. Close to sleep, the girl wanted nothing more than to drift off like this, with this feeling of true safety.

Opening her eyes at his touch, Nymn was moving her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. Sephora looked back and smiled at him. His eyes held so many emotions that she couldn't read, she wondered what he was thinking.

"Sephora...I love you..." Before she had time to react, his lips were pressed softly against hers. She had just told him of her love for Joar, before his possession, and now he was telling her this? Of course the girl had suspected, he had been willing to give her life for her, but she hadn't thought to hear it so soon.

Kissing him back, the tears once more returned to her eyes. Pulling away slighty, so that their noses were still dangerously close to touching. The look she gave him spoke volumes, that she couldn't love him until she could get over what had happened with Joar.

"I'm a dangerous girl to love, Nymn." Her words were soft and tilting due to her accent.

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn felt her move away from him. He knew he had made the mistake but his heart had told him to do it, reason had been clouded by emotions. He felt his heart sink as his brain processed the simple fact. He was taking advantage of her in this situation.

She was still close to him, their noses almost touch and she said she was a dangerous girl to love. He shook his head, danger was in everyone's life, the thought of dying at any moment is what made life and every moment of it sweet. "Sephora, I am sorry. I do love you but I know what I did was wrong." He said softly.

"But you are not a dangerous girl to love, you are the girl any guy would love to fall for, danger is in everyone's life and its through danger and the fact that at any moment we can die makes life and love and being with someone forever that much sweeter, that much more meaningful." He said pausing to catch his breath.

"Once again I apologize for kissing you and taking advantage of you when you are like this, my..My judgment was clouded by emotions and I know you are still in love with Joar. But if you wish it I won't speak of my feelings for you again, I will just be a humble protector for you." He said looking at her with a faint smile.

"As you put it...I will be your Hero." He said softly. He felt his heart sink but he knew what his words had said now were the truth. Not ramblings of a boy in love but of a boy with reason to make his judgments.

[sephora]

"Sephora, I am sorry. I do love you but I know what I did was wrong." She looked up at him, surprised. What had he done that was wrong? Sephora always felt that honesty was better than bottling up emotion, and she had answered him honestly.

"But you are not a dangerous girl to love, you are the girl any guy would love to fall for, danger is in everyone's life and its through danger and the fact that at any moment we can die makes life and love and being with someone forever that much sweeter, that much more meaningful." Sephora lowered her eyes, staring at about the center of Nymn's chest. Once again I apologize for kissing you and taking advantage of you when you are like this, my..My judgment was clouded by emotions and I know you are still in love with Joar. But if you wish it I won't speak of my feelings for you again, I will just be a humble protector for you."

Sephora adjusted the pillow so that she could tuck it not only her head but under his. She took his hand and muttered, "Why must you be so difficult? Stop taking all of the blame, stop being so sensitive. It's far too catching for me." All of this was said in Armenian, so that he could not possibly understand.

"As you put it...I will be your Hero." Sephora rested her head, pressing her hand back into his. She smiled at him softly, "That is all I ask."