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Tazenhani 
Nearly running into the waiting room, Sabel's eyes flicked desperately about. His chest rose in ragged pants as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel blood dripping from his fingers as he held Arya securely against his chest. She had passed out nearly as soon as he had picked her up, and her cry of pain still echoed painfully in his ears. Panic had set in moments after he had picked her up; it was too similar to Alexa, too soon after she had come in the same way, reacted the same way.
He knew he should put her down, that it would be more comfortable, but at the moment he couldn't unwrap his fingers from holding her to him. He felt frozen in desperate need, looking for anyone, someone to help. He didn't know if it was the girl in his arms trembling, or himself; didn't know if the blurred vision that overcame him was shock or tears.
She never woke, not the whole trip to the hostpital wing. It was a good thing for all the movement would have pained her greatly. Thankfully her wand was stashed away in her robes that still covered her along with the jacket.
Once they reached the waiting room, she finally came around, though her eyes remained closed. She took slow breaths as she atempted to gather her thoughts but was unable to with her throbing head. The voices in the room didn't help either, just increased her pain and caused tears to flow down her bloodied face. Shivering slightly from the sudden chill, she weakly pulled the jacket tighter around her small body. Arya still didn't know where she was in this horrible nightmare, all she knew was that she wanted to wake. But who was carrying her? She couldn't remember ever being carried in her previous nightmares so why was this one so diffrent, she didn't know nor care. She just wanted it to end. The only good that came from the nightmare was the soothing rhythm of her rescuer's breathing. As she absently snuggled into the rescuer's arms, she continued to drift in and out of consciousness.