Episode 1x13 "A Clue: No"
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queenofmayIf there was a hell, presently it was being defined by the fact everytime Marian was moved her body exploded in pain.
It made her grateful for the habit of her body passing out when the feeling became too strong.
But it gave her strange glimpses of the world that was passing her by.
The cave in a hustle, while something was being built.
The blinding light of the forest canopy.
Someone shouting "Switch!"
Marian realized, slowly, that they'd brought her home and she was being placed in her own bed. Still only clips and flashes when people stirred her. The darkness was so much cooler, so much warmer, so much less painful. Everyone kept looking more and more relieved when she'd open her eyes, yet Djaq kept telling her to sleep.
Which she liked as the better option.
Someone was saying her name, again. In a whisper this time. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking for focus, but the world in focus was as confusing as the one not in focus. Guy was leaning above her, looking at her confused concern, and over his shoulder, above the curtains of her bed, was Robin's face.
Guy shushed her gently, but she looked to the side and her heavy eye lids closed.
She wanted to keep them closed, to fall back into the darkness she was so intimate with, but something--Why was Robin above her?-- kept her from it.
Her father was talking to Guy about their wedding, about her healthy, as she blinked her eyes open again. They were talking over to the side, and looking up again, Robin was above her bed. Blinking a few more times, blearily, didn't make that fact any less true. It was strange, and yet not. His presence was comforting, even if she wasn't sure how.
They were still talking and then they weren't.
Her father's goodbye to him seemed so loud.
"Send for a physician? He just killed one. He is revolting." Much's voice intruded into her world, and then, in a form that was beyond comic, all the Merry Men rolled out of hiding places in her room. From under her bed, in her ceiling, behind her door, and in her chest.
That was confusing, but it didn't move her focus from his words. Marian's voice was tired and hoarse (from screaming?). "Killed one?"
"Yes, Pitts." Much was still talking, even though Robin was only looking at her now. "We thought he would denounce Gisborne, but he was a traitor. He was also revolting. I'm glad he is dead."
"Yeah, but she's got to marry Gisborne now," Allan piped up; with the though everyone had, she was sure.
She felt so tired. Exhaustion and pain physically. Emotionally....she had been sure she was saved only--was it only hours ago? It felt like years had passed since she'd put on her costume. She felt the slow coil of panic winding in her stomach next to the wound her (one again) fiancé had given her.
He would see it, the wound. He would know she was the Nightwatchman.
Her wedding was tomorrow morning.
"Marian." Robin's voice again, she moved her eyes to find his face. "I will find another way out of this."
"Robin," her father called him quietly from her door. "I need to speak to you."
She didn't have the strength to move and see her fathers face, but surely it must have been important. She moved her hand, slowly and falteringly, in the direction of where her father was. Not sure if Robin hadn't heard him or if he wasn't paying attention since he was looking so intensely at her.
They walked out and Djaq started attending to her again, while the rest watched and commented obliquely. Answering Djaq's questions about her stomach or sleep or lungs was exhausting work on its own. Thinking and then formulating and then speaking sentences in response that were helpful.
It came from the hallway. From her father; desperate and angry. Loud enough everyone looked toward her door, but she couldn't. All she could do was listen as Robin's name was shouted once more, growing confused to why her father would be shouting. And then why their front door was slammed.
It made her grateful for the habit of her body passing out when the feeling became too strong.
But it gave her strange glimpses of the world that was passing her by.
The cave in a hustle, while something was being built.
Struggling against John picking up and moving her.
The blinding light of the forest canopy.
Being hit by a limb of leaves.
Someone shouting "Switch!"
The face of her father in a shadow.
Marian realized, slowly, that they'd brought her home and she was being placed in her own bed. Still only clips and flashes when people stirred her. The darkness was so much cooler, so much warmer, so much less painful. Everyone kept looking more and more relieved when she'd open her eyes, yet Djaq kept telling her to sleep.
Which she liked as the better option.
There was a loud persistent noise. But then, thankfully, it was gone.
Someone was saying her name, again. In a whisper this time. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking for focus, but the world in focus was as confusing as the one not in focus. Guy was leaning above her, looking at her confused concern, and over his shoulder, above the curtains of her bed, was Robin's face.
Guy shushed her gently, but she looked to the side and her heavy eye lids closed.
She wanted to keep them closed, to fall back into the darkness she was so intimate with, but something--Why was Robin above her?-- kept her from it.
Her father was talking to Guy about their wedding, about her healthy, as she blinked her eyes open again. They were talking over to the side, and looking up again, Robin was above her bed. Blinking a few more times, blearily, didn't make that fact any less true. It was strange, and yet not. His presence was comforting, even if she wasn't sure how.
They were still talking and then they weren't.
Her father's goodbye to him seemed so loud.
"Send for a physician? He just killed one. He is revolting." Much's voice intruded into her world, and then, in a form that was beyond comic, all the Merry Men rolled out of hiding places in her room. From under her bed, in her ceiling, behind her door, and in her chest.
That was confusing, but it didn't move her focus from his words. Marian's voice was tired and hoarse (from screaming?). "Killed one?"
"Yes, Pitts." Much was still talking, even though Robin was only looking at her now. "We thought he would denounce Gisborne, but he was a traitor. He was also revolting. I'm glad he is dead."
"Yeah, but she's got to marry Gisborne now," Allan piped up; with the though everyone had, she was sure.
She felt so tired. Exhaustion and pain physically. Emotionally....she had been sure she was saved only--was it only hours ago? It felt like years had passed since she'd put on her costume. She felt the slow coil of panic winding in her stomach next to the wound her (one again) fiancé had given her.
He would see it, the wound. He would know she was the Nightwatchman.
Her wedding was tomorrow morning.
"Marian." Robin's voice again, she moved her eyes to find his face. "I will find another way out of this."
"Robin," her father called him quietly from her door. "I need to speak to you."
She didn't have the strength to move and see her fathers face, but surely it must have been important. She moved her hand, slowly and falteringly, in the direction of where her father was. Not sure if Robin hadn't heard him or if he wasn't paying attention since he was looking so intensely at her.
They walked out and Djaq started attending to her again, while the rest watched and commented obliquely. Answering Djaq's questions about her stomach or sleep or lungs was exhausting work on its own. Thinking and then formulating and then speaking sentences in response that were helpful.
"Robin. I need your help."
It came from the hallway. From her father; desperate and angry. Loud enough everyone looked toward her door, but she couldn't. All she could do was listen as Robin's name was shouted once more, growing confused to why her father would be shouting. And then why their front door was slammed.