#Pirate Mother of Two. 🧡 ~ Mazelinka

[purest-dove]

The sweet young mother nods softly in reply to his first question, then she winces again, taking note of the man’s bittersweet smile. Her soft cheeks are stained with tears, tears still falling from her chin, mixing with the blood running down. Her eyelids slowly start to droop a bit, making it painfully obvious that her condition is only getting worse. She weakly holds onto his hands, though her injured one twitches a little from the pain of moving it.

“I-I’m...not sure...” she responds, trying not to cough, knowing it’ll only make the pains in her torso worse...but it fails. She coughs a few times, one of her hands slipping from his grip long enough for her arm to wrap around her waist, a slightly more intense look of pain contorting her features a bit more. Still, she puts on a pained smile, trying not to dwell too much. “I-I just...need to...g-g-get the...glass out, and...I-I need to take off my c-corset, so...I can t-try to set things...I-I think something’s b-broken,” she says. She wonders if tea would be able to get her energy up enough...but with some stress having been somewhat alleviated by the much more calming presence of both the doctor and the homely woman, maybe she can focus a bit more on healing. “M...m-maybe some tea c-can help...I-I just...need to find s-some energy, s-so...I can heal m-myself...” she says, though she feels as though she’ll pass out at any moment now. Still, she reaches back with her free hand, trying to pull the back of her dress down just enough to undo the corset, but she knows that’s going to be impossible if she can’t at least get the dress off first. That’s an awkward state to be in when she’d only just met this man earlier in the day...

With a small bit of energy recovered, she decides to put it to good use, the mark on her forehead returning. She winces again, a strained noise escaping, but she manages to put her energy into the most concerning injury, her broken ribs. It takes a moment or two, but she manages to heal them enough so she isn’t in danger, though they’ll still be very fragile. Unable to keep it up for long, all she’s able to do is fix her ribs enough so they won’t require any further healing or attention and form a scab on her injured hand, but as soon as the scab has formed, the mark fades as quickly as it came, a strained noise coming from the mother. She pants a little, but she’s thankful she was able to do at least that much. She closes her eyes briefly, a bit sweaty from the strain of both running and trying to heal herself when her energy tank is running on fumes. She shudders a bit as her eyes open again, an exhausted look in them.

“I-I just...h-h-hope I haven’t t-tracked trouble in my wake...m-my husband, he...I-I was able to g-gather a few bits of c-clothing, s-some food, a couple o-of toys f-for my son...a-and some money, s-so...we could...at least have th-that,” she explains briefly, unsure if it was best to discuss her husband right now. She’s drained enough as it is...there’s no need to put herself through even more emotional distress. She doesn’t notice at first, but her unruly-haired son had gotten out of bed and decided to head over toward his mother and the strange redhead, tilting his tiny head a little.

“...m-mommy, you...you’re bleeding...” he comments quietly, a subtle Middle Eastern sort of accent in his voice (albeit mostly overshadowed by the accent learned from his mother), tears dripping from his small, rounded chin as he sniffles a little, wiping at his eyes with a puffy green sleeve. “W...w-we can still...cuddle till we sleep, r-right, mommy...?” he whimpers as he rushes over, hugging one of her still covered legs tightly. The young mother sniffles a little and nods quietly, giving her son a weak smile. The child manages to hop up onto the bed with his mother, hugging her carefully as his tiny form shakes. She wraps her free arm around him, carefully pulling him in as she softly kisses his forehead, carefully squeezing at Julian’s hand. She rests her chin on the top of her son’s head as he stands, burying his face in her shoulder and trying not to weep. He eventually pulls his head back and looks toward the man. “...y...y-you...you’re the...th-the doctor mommy told me about...r-right? C-can you fix her? Mommy can’t heal when she’s tired...”

“S-sweetie, I-I’ll be okay...I-I just need to...get the g-glass out, then...b-bandage myself up for the night...b-by morning I’ll be g-good as new, okay?” Angel assures, though she still sounds uncertain. She has no idea how much energy she’ll have by morning...she should have enough to heal herself if need be, but after a strenuous night like this, she isn’t certain if “by morning” is quite the right wording she should use. Skylar can tell that she isn’t certain, a small frown on his face as he presses her forehead against her shoulder again.

Julian found himself currently muttering in a chair in Mazelinka’s chair, his eye giving off a familiar glint of worry, his hands scrunched up in his messy scarlet locks. He couldn’t help but to be worried; meeting such a soft, quiet soul, and knowing that he hadn’t gone with her to face her adversity… it made him feel like an idiot. And that was an understatement. 

As soon as his family friend came through the kitchen to let him know he had company, he immediately sat up straight, peeking around the corner to catch sights of a familiar face, with gentle, familiar features, and an even gentler and familiar voice. He stands from his chair in a quick bout of happiness, rushing before Angel to happily and carefully pick up her hands. He daintily holds onto her fingers, casting her a bittersweet smile. “My darling, I’m so happy you’ve come. I was so worried you wouldn’t make it here. Thank you for trusting me.” Just as tenderly, the doctor lifts the woman’s hands to land a quick peck upon her knuckles. “The child is here, too, correct? I’m sure you both are exhausted – could I perhaps fix you a cup of tea, or talk you to sleep with a boring story of mine? Any way I can help.”

Of course, he fully intended on having a nice talk with the source of their despair tomorrow, but for now, he was happy to help any way that he could.