[P] rise up

[Elena]

take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me

“You are all patched up,” se says to the fighter, the warrior, as a chill runs down her spine. She wants him to and she does not want him to go.

She wants him to go—
and she doesn’t.

So she does instead.

She presses the bandage on just a little further before offering him an Elena smile (such, such an Elena smile) and she moves off without a word. She watches the other fights that occur in the ring, sending prayers to no where that everyone stays safe. Though, soon enough there is another who is hurt and Elena moves back to her area to work. She looks him in the eyes and emotions envelop her once more and she feels such relief, such sorrow, such ache, such joy. She wants to cry, laugh, sing, scream with all the fighters who surround her. And then for a split second, she swallows it down and Jask runs as a ghost across her face.

“Where does it hurt?”

so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me

@Jask