Second chances; Seconds ticking by. //Cameo

At the first words of my apology, I get a very stern "Don't" from her. Was that suppose to be out of anger that she is retaliating against me because of what I did or just not to apologize. Whatever is the underlying reason, I don't let it thwart me away from helping her. The moment my arm is around her, to aide her, she leans in more than I thought. She really was on the verge of collapsing. She really is badly injured thanks to me. She was fine after her first battle, full of spunk and bite, now, she's so much less than that. The thought of it wants to make me cry out for her for some reason. The crowd around me seems confused to see that the opponent isn't reveling in the glory of the win. Instead, she's showing more sportmanship than any other challenge has to the unfortunate one to not win.

However, at the mention of getting her help, sends the youngster into a fit with a verbal "No". I can't believe that she is as injured as she, still don't want the help. I can't understand that after what I did, she don't want me to make sure that she will do what she has to. Being a career and dealing with pain is one thing, but to accept the healing hands of someone in charge of making one better has to come with the territory. She's got a lot to learn because the moment the nurses begin making their way to us, she flips out once again. She pulls away from me in efforts to get away and I'm left with empty hands and left to suffer the consequences of her past actions with the nurses last time. They put the needle into her arm, and within a matter of seconds, she is toted off to be treated. What Gala doesn't know is the nurse actually blames me for what happened. Almost blamed me with my name and all before she caught her mistake with a sorry.

I shove past her the best I can, as the woman offers to look me over just to make sure I didn't bust up my arm anymore or get any new injuries. That is the last thing on my mind. I follow the nurses as they cart my young friend off to be taken care of and once again, I'm fighting with the nurses to stay by her side. I'm curious what Gala will say to me when she wakes. If she'll try to tackle me like she did Mason after her last battle. I'm sure, whatever she does, I deserve it. Even the harshness of her tongue. Then it hits me, Matthew will be down here soon. I just hope that he's made to stay away for a while so that I may have my time with Gala. I want to talk to her. I want to set things right with her. We went in with no hard feelings, though all the guilt has consumed me. Why must I hold all these emotions in?

The medicine that they put into Gala has kept her in a slumber for a while. Enough time that they were able to check her over, splint her arm, and give me a gentle pat on the back. I take nothing in though. I don't speak to them, even though they've given me an ice pack for my neck. The bruises that were fading from the fingerprints of Mason, now has a deep purple bruise on my collarbone from one of Gala's hits. I hold my hand on the pack though, and my legs drawn up close to my body. My casted arm back in the sling to relive the pressure of the weight of it.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. A sniffle.

A tear quietly escapes my eye. The water that forms at the base of my eyelid comes barreling down my cheek, showing the line of wetness against the dry. The fear in my mind that I've hurt her that bad that she still hasn't woken up and I've heard whispered claims of her rib punctured something. 'Not serious' but the fact that I actually let my fist ram into her ribs makes me that much more liable if anything happens to her.

Inhale. Exhale. Sniffle. Inhale.

Another tear follows the one before it and I fight with my emotions and I am more than happy that Matthew hasn't been in here yet. Maybe they are keeping him away until she wakes up or maybe they are giving me the time I need with her and hopes that she'll wake soon so that I may talk to her. Nothing but guilt and fear is running me right now. A nurse walks in and I watch her intently as she walks over to Gala and takes her blood pressure then checks a few other things on the monitor beside the bed. The constant humm of her heartbeat showing clear on the screen. It may be just a simple room, but the device is there when it's needed. I turn my head from the nurse when she gives me this solemn look of sadness. I don't need anyone's sympathy. I just need Gala to wake.

I just want to go home. Honestly I don't want to stick around to see how badly hurt my trainee got by my 'girl friend'. What I want even less is to face her because I'm fuming. Why did she have to do this? Why wasn't she more careful? She didn't need to break any bones to win. Points would have done the trick.

I'm on my way out of the building together with the mass of people but once I step outside into the cold air where the busses are shipping people home I can't get myself to board one.
"Fuck!" I mutter under my breath and kick the garbage can next to me.
There's no way I'm going to walk away while Gala, who ultimately is my responsibilty, is struggling so hard.
I look back at the building and wonder whether I'll punch Ky once I see her. I might.
So I turn away to go for a walk.
At least half an hour are spent walking and smoking until I finally make my way back inside the now almost empty building.
I take my sweet time to make my way to the treatment rooms hoping that she might have been transported to a hospital already.
Most of all I hope that Ky is gone.
I lift my hand to knock on the door but it swings open before I can knock and a nurse leaves.
"Is Gala in there?" I ask a little too grumpy and she nodds.
So I step inside, take a look around and find her in a bed at the far end with Kyanite sitting there and trying to make up for her fuck up.
As much as I want to be there for Gala I can't bring myself to close the distance because I'm afraid of what I might do or say to the older career.
From here I ask. "Are you okay, Gala?"
She looks like she will be...hopefully. "I'll come see you at home tomorrow."
Then I turn on my heal and shoot out of the room as I entered.

How ironic that Gala's just as happy to see her opponent as much as her trainer, though both would of been amazing. Still a faint smile stays upon Gala's face after the sight of Kyanite, she's not alone. Once her vision becomes more focused she can see her visitor's puffy red eyes, and a few trails of where tears must of run down. What was wrong with Kya? Did Gala harm her just as badly, or was guilt overwhelming her? Due to the lack of believe the small career caused more pain the Kay, she went with her second guess. Instantly she's feels bad over the guilt, that was the last thing she wanted.

Before Kyanite has a chance to speak, Matthew barges into the room unexpectedly. The sight of the little one's trainer extends her grin even further, the pain was nothing compared to company. Having the two around was a good distraction, and in this case those are helpful for everyone. "Are you okay, Gala?" Matthew asks, and she nods her head with a soft yeah. There was something weird going on, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The medicine was making everything confusing. "I'll come see you at home tomorrow." And before she has a chance to object, he's gone. What was that about?

Gala's eyes shift back over to Kyanite as another tears falls down her cheek. Right. He must be angry with how far Kya pushed it, if only he knew it wasn't her fault. Before the match, Gala was already broken, and had no business attempting round one again. The older female on the other hand is extremely strong, and smart, and deserved another chance. Even if it was out of the expensive of the youngest contestant, she was glad it happened actually.

"Gala... I can't start to say anything but.. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened out there. I lost focus. I didn't mean to do that to you. I thought you might have moved out of the way. I thought we had it going well... " Kyanite's voice is fast and covered thickly with guilt. The small one's heart drops just at the sound of her saddened friend. Didn't she understand it had to happen? That this was her chance to redeem herself? As much as Gala tries she can't force a smile to tell Kyanite it's going to be okay. Not because it wasn't true, but because it was impossible seeing someone she cares up hurt, and hurt over hurting her as confusing as that sounds. "Gala... I didn't mean to."

"I know." Gala cuts off the older career before she can continue to long winded apology any longer. It was hurting her more then any of the broken bones, or painful chest. "It was awesome!" She says with enthusiasm though her voice sounds like it's dying. "Did you hear how confused the crowd was?" The pain increases as if her tiny body's telling her she's getting too worked up.

Still there's a hint of sadness within Kyanite, and Gala wants nothing more then to proof to her it was all for the games. "I'm going to be fine, you know that." She tries to reassure, though she's not even sure herself. All she knows is that pains consumes her until the medicine kicks in. But she'd have to recover from this, she always does.

It was certainly not the first time for Gala to break something, and probably not her last either. After all she was the trouble maker of the family growing up, and if it wasn't falling out the tallest tree it's something else. But she never did have friends to sign in, though kids at school always did that. Giggling obnoxiously at some funny or cute comment they wrote. No wonder they were never fond of her, she found them as annoying as anyone found her. So Gwen would be an artist and draw something all around it like a tattoo, and each cast was better then the last. Now though Kyanite attempts pulling a Gala by pulling out something optimistic despite everything.

Still a large smile comes across the innocent, round face, along with obvious yes nod of her head. "Only if you write something funny." Gala comments, as if to say good job on the joke, A for effort. "Can I write something on yours?" She asks as her grin somehow grows even more. This is dorky, yet fun...

The change to happiness doesn't last long though, but who could blame her? It was awfully depressing with in any white, sterile room filled with medical machines and stuff. Gala's smile dies when Kyanite's does, hating that she was so upset because the young career practically ran into her attacks. Blocked a few, but didn't even dodge the others a little. The icepack that was nearly glued to where Gala had punched Kyanite, she finally removes, most likely because the icepack was now all water. She goes over to get a better look at herself and grab a new pack, but still the small careers gets a look at the damage she's done to her. But why did either of them have to be sorry over this? It was the pregames, they had to do that. It would of been embarrassing if it didn't go down any other way. They put on a better show then a circus ever could.

"Guess I got you good, huh?" Gala sighs and rests back within the bed. The more she works herself up, the more the pain arrives, she can put two and two together and do the smart thing. "And they declared you the winner." Pure sarcasm escapes, and Gala really hopes Kyanite's good at picking that stuff up... She hangs out with Matthew though, she had to by now.

It's not until Kyanite's back sitting at the foot of Gala's bed that she finally talks again, with a new icepack covering her nicely formed bruise. "Should be you, you know? In the second round. Going on to match with someone. To throw around a couple of knives or a spear at someone." Kyanite finds a different approach to the entire thing.

"You're kidding right?" Gala's eyes are large with shock. "That's even more mean then you putting me here." Please take that one as a joke. Gala plays a sorry grin upon her face. No wonder she lacks friends, her words don't usually come out right. She throws her head back with another sigh. "You know you're one of the best careers out there." Attempting to convince Kyanite of this was becoming impossible, but the little one was going to give it one more try. "I kicked Mason's ass more then yours...and you're even better with weapons." If anything the truth and facts would have to change her mind right? "Plus another match means another trip in here, I can't handle another hour."

It's more then just guilt over taking it too far though, as Kyanite has even greater fear over what Gala and Matthew now think of her. By now the young career had to of proofed her lack of anger towards the older one. But it seems as though she may be a bit more worried on what Matthew thinks though. The youngster bites down on her bottom lip to prevent a smile. "I'll talk to him, don't worry. He can't stay mad at you, it's not your fault." She explains, figuring by now she knew Gala did not hate her. That question was all directed towards Matthew, though she's not going to admit that.

A nurse gently knocks, but doesn't wait for a response to come in. They must of figured out by now what all is wrong, and that Gala's able to go home now. "Hey Gala how are you feeling?" She questions, once again checking everything though someone else just did that a little over thirty minutes ago.

"Great, can I go home now?" Gala cuts straight to the point, having no interest in the lady's kind words.

"We're actually going to need to be transferring you to the hospital." The nurse informs, and Gala's heart drops the pit of her stomach. That place is even worse then this place. "You're broken rib punctured your lung wh..." She stops herself, as the rumors of the young one's opponent was the one keeping her company. So instead of giving the complete details of the extra punch to the ribs causing this, she filters her words. "During the fight. It needs a minor surgery to make sure it properly heals itself, and you should be able to return home in a day or two."