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Convalescence
Be My Knight
A Code Geass fan fiction story
Written by Archangel
Edited by Comixgal
Chapter 7 – Convalescence
{Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to Orismoris. The music suggestion for this chapter is “The Two Trees” by Loreena McKennitt. Further notes at the end. Enjoy, and please provide feedback! RATE and/or REVIEW, please!}
Huh. I wonder where I am. Something’s wrong with my chest. It doesn’t hurt… but it should. I know it should. But why? Something shiny sticking out of it—a katana! Then all I remember is Euphie… so beautiful… wait. That’s why I got stabbed. They were trying to—
Oh, God.
“EUPHIE!”
With a gasp of pain, Sir Suzaku Kururugi fell back onto the pillow. His second attempt to sit up was also foiled by extreme pain in his solar plexus.
“I guess you’re finally awake.” The smiling face of Cécile Croomy came into view as she leaned over Suzaku’s bed.
“Miss Cécile?” Suzaku blinked a couple of times. It was difficult to focus his eyes. “Where… am I?”
“You’re in Saint Luke’s Military Hospital,” Cécile answered brightly as she pulled a small radio from her skirt pocket. “He’s awake.” To Suzaku: “Do you remember what happened?”
“I’m not sure,” Suzaku answered slowly, bringing a hand up to rub his face. He felt quite a bit of stubble. “I was… fighting assassins. Is Princess Euphemia alright?”
The sound of running footsteps forestalled any reply. The door burst open and Princess Euphemia Li Britannia nearly knocked Cécile over as she skidded to a stop at Suzaku’s bedside. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. Euphie finally just smiled down at him, taking his hand in both of hers.
“Hey beautiful,” Suzaku murmured, smiling back. “Are you okay?”
A few teardrops escaped the corners of Euphemia’s eyes. “Of course, silly! You’re the one who nearly died.” Her hands tightened upon his like a vise. “Sir Suzaku Kururugi, don’t you ever scare me like that again! I can’t lose you.”
Suzaku fought down a laugh at the sincerity in her voice. “Yes, Your Highness.” The young lovers shared a private look. “How long was I out?” Suzaku asked, still feeling foggy from the painkillers.
“Almost two weeks,” replied the tall, spare figure who had entered behind the Princess. “The doctors weren’t sure if you were in a coma or not.”
“Lord Guilford?” Suzaku hadn’t expected the Viceroy’s right-hand man.
Gilbert G.P. Guilford folded his arms, the fluorescent lighting lending an opaque sheen to his eyeglasses. “With you out of commission, Viceroy Cornelia assigned me to protect Princess Euphemia.”
Suzaku nodded. “Thank you, My Lord.”
Guilford waved it off. “After a performance like that, you deserved a fortnight’s rest.”
Cécile took Guilford’s elbow and politely pulled him out the door, closing it firmly behind them. Euphie let go of Suzaku’s hand to pull over the room’s single chair. “How do you feel, love?” she asked quietly, joy and worry warring for control of her comely face.
“Brain’s slow,” Suzaku admitted. “Pain meds, I guess. Kinda hurts to move.” He paused, reaching out to his liege and girlfriend. “But I’ll be fine. Were you hurt?”
Euphie laughed softly as she took his hand and kissed it. “Just a few bruises. I had my knight in shining armor to keep me safe.” Her eyes shone with unshed tears. “Thank you, Suzaku. Thank you for protecting me.”
“By my life or death,” Suzaku whispered in reply, smiling up at her. He turned his gaze to the several bags on the I.V. tree beside the bed. “Okay, I need my brain back. Could you unhook the bag of sedative?”
“What?”
“That bag there”—Suzaku pointed to the smallest container on the tree—“is diazepam. Please pull its feed line so I don’t get any more.”
“No way!” Euphie protested. “The pain might kill you! And even if it doesn’t, I can’t bear to see you suffering for no reason.”
Suzaku turned his head and focused his eyes on hers. “I can barely think,” he told his lover slowly and calmly, “and I can’t focus my eyes properly. I want to see your face, beloved. I want to be able to talk to you. And I want the pain,” he added under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing. Now. Please, Euphie?”
Euphemia shook her head and sighed. “What am I going to do with you?” She stood and walked around the bed to the I.V. tree. Suzaku took in her full appearance for the first time. Euphie’s dress was wrinkled and had a few tiny stains here and there. Her long hair was an unmitigated disaster, and there were dark circles under her violet eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a month.
“You look like hell,” he murmured with a teasing smile.
Euphie giggled and swatted the air near his head. “Oh, you! I’ve been here since you got hurt.”
“But… your duties…”
The small needle at the end of the line dripped profusely as Euphie pulled it out. She squeaked and quickly knotted it. “You’re more important,” Euphemia told Suzaku flatly as she brushed at her dress with a paper towel. “They can deliver my paperwork here as easily as to my office.” Euphie gestured to a small folding table in the corner which held a neat stack of documents and a few writing utensils. “Besides,” she added with an impish smile. “If I let you out of my sight, you’ll just get hurt again.”
Suzaku’s laughter quickly turned into a sharp cry of agony. “Oww… my chest.”
“Your lung hasn’t knitted fully.”
“My *lung*?” Suzaku could already feel little twinges of pain blossoming throughout his body. In particular, something had lit a fire on his back.
Euphie sat on the side of Suzaku’s bed and ran a hand over his unshaven cheek. “Collapsed lung, shredded back, three broken ribs, and you lost about forty percent of your total blood volume,” she told him with a quaver in her voice. “You were in surgery for over twelve hours,” Euphie continued. Suzaku thought she might burst into tears at any moment. “They needed four separate grafting sessions to fix your back…”
Suzaku reached up and cupped her cheeks, ignoring his arms’ protests. “Euphie… I will never, ever leave you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” They looked at each other for a moment. Then Euphie smothered Suzaku with a passionate kiss. Their lips met over and over. Euphie’s tears ran freely down her cheeks. Suzaku rubbed Euphie’s back with his aching hands. Her fingers stroked his hair.
In time, they drew apart. Suzaku kissed his finger and touched it to the tip of Euphie’s nose. She giggled. “Can I ask a favor, love?”
Suzaku nodded. “You can ask, but I’m not in a position to do much right now,” he replied.
“Can I look at you? Your body, I mean?” Seeing Suzaku’s befuddled look, Euphie elaborated: “The doctor said they took your bandages off a few days ago, but they haven’t let me look. I want to see what’s happened to you.”
“Sure. I’m actually as curious as you are,” he replied with a wan smile.
Euphie took hold of the covers and drew them down to the foot of the bed. Suzaku was quite naked, but for once it wasn’t his physique that drew Euphie’s eye. “Oh, my God…” Dark lines and blobs crisscrossed Suzaku’s torso. They looked vaguely plastic.
“It’s just scar tissue,” Suzaku told her gently. His face was calm and loving as he took Euphie’s hand, guiding her trembling fingers down to touch it. “See? It’s just cosmetic.”
With a gulp, Euphie gestured for Suzaku to roll over. He complied, wincing at the knots in his muscles. Euphemia gave no reaction for nearly a minute. Then Suzaku felt wetness on his back. He looked over his shoulder to see tears streaming down his love’s fair cheeks.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your back… it’s…” Euphie sobbed quietly. “It’s one big scar… oh, Suzaku! I’m sorry! This all happened because of me, and—”
Suzaku rolled back over and reached up, pressing his finger against her soft lips. “Don’t cry,” he told her gently. “Scars are things to be proud of. They’re proof that I did my duty. At least…” he paused. “…that’s what my father told me.”
“Your father?” Euphie had never heard Suzaku mention his family. “I know who he was, of course, but—”
“I’d—rather not talk about him,” Suzaku whispered, looking away.
The Princess was shocked by the look of anguish on his face. She did the only thing she could think of: she leaned down and kissed his cheek. “My hero,” she whispered.
Suzaku laughed, but it sounded hollow. Euphie didn’t know what kind of nerve she’d hit, but she decided not to pursue it right now. Once he’s healed a bit, she promised herself. I’ll find out what hurts my Suzaku so much. But right now… I think it’s time to cheer him up…
Princess Euphemia Li Britannia dried her eyes and stood, moving to the door and punching in a locking code. She turned back to the startled Suzaku and calmly began taking off her dress.
“What are you doing?” Suzaku asked, his attention now entirely focused on his girlfriend.
Euphie giggled. Silken fabric fluttered carelessly to the floor. “I’m rewarding my loyal knight.” She glided over and settled herself next to the dumbfounded Suzaku.
“Good Lord, woman, you’re on fire,” Suzaku murmured as she ran her fingers over a particular part of his body.
“I’ve missed you,” the Sub-Viceroy replied as she straddled him. “Lie back.”
{More Author’s Note: Yes, it’s back! This chapter was originally supposed to be longer, but I simply didn’t have time this week. The remainder will be the next chapter.
St. Luke the Evangelist is thought by most theologians and historians to have been a physician of some sort. In the Catholic tradition, he is venerated as the patron saint of doctors and surgeons. I’m not sure if the C of E does things the same way, but I figured it was a good name for a hospital anyway. ^_^
Diazepam is more commonly known by its trade name, Valium. If I have its pharmacology wrong, I really don’t want to hear about it. I’ve never claimed to know anything about medicine. I picked it because the book says it’s often used for post-op sedation and can be administered intravenously. Also because I have fond memories of “Metal Gear Solid 1.” ;)
I am fully and completely aware that engaging in sexual intercourse with a busted lung is an insanely stupid idea. It is a deliberate plot point. Please don’t flame me about it.
Many thanks to my most loyal alpha reader, AnimeFreak859!
See you next week! Same Angel time, same Angel channel!}
A Code Geass fan fiction story
Written by Archangel
Edited by Comixgal
Chapter 7 – Convalescence
{Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to Orismoris. The music suggestion for this chapter is “The Two Trees” by Loreena McKennitt. Further notes at the end. Enjoy, and please provide feedback! RATE and/or REVIEW, please!}
Huh. I wonder where I am. Something’s wrong with my chest. It doesn’t hurt… but it should. I know it should. But why? Something shiny sticking out of it—a katana! Then all I remember is Euphie… so beautiful… wait. That’s why I got stabbed. They were trying to—
Oh, God.
“EUPHIE!”
With a gasp of pain, Sir Suzaku Kururugi fell back onto the pillow. His second attempt to sit up was also foiled by extreme pain in his solar plexus.
“I guess you’re finally awake.” The smiling face of Cécile Croomy came into view as she leaned over Suzaku’s bed.
“Miss Cécile?” Suzaku blinked a couple of times. It was difficult to focus his eyes. “Where… am I?”
“You’re in Saint Luke’s Military Hospital,” Cécile answered brightly as she pulled a small radio from her skirt pocket. “He’s awake.” To Suzaku: “Do you remember what happened?”
“I’m not sure,” Suzaku answered slowly, bringing a hand up to rub his face. He felt quite a bit of stubble. “I was… fighting assassins. Is Princess Euphemia alright?”
The sound of running footsteps forestalled any reply. The door burst open and Princess Euphemia Li Britannia nearly knocked Cécile over as she skidded to a stop at Suzaku’s bedside. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. Euphie finally just smiled down at him, taking his hand in both of hers.
“Hey beautiful,” Suzaku murmured, smiling back. “Are you okay?”
A few teardrops escaped the corners of Euphemia’s eyes. “Of course, silly! You’re the one who nearly died.” Her hands tightened upon his like a vise. “Sir Suzaku Kururugi, don’t you ever scare me like that again! I can’t lose you.”
Suzaku fought down a laugh at the sincerity in her voice. “Yes, Your Highness.” The young lovers shared a private look. “How long was I out?” Suzaku asked, still feeling foggy from the painkillers.
“Almost two weeks,” replied the tall, spare figure who had entered behind the Princess. “The doctors weren’t sure if you were in a coma or not.”
“Lord Guilford?” Suzaku hadn’t expected the Viceroy’s right-hand man.
Gilbert G.P. Guilford folded his arms, the fluorescent lighting lending an opaque sheen to his eyeglasses. “With you out of commission, Viceroy Cornelia assigned me to protect Princess Euphemia.”
Suzaku nodded. “Thank you, My Lord.”
Guilford waved it off. “After a performance like that, you deserved a fortnight’s rest.”
Cécile took Guilford’s elbow and politely pulled him out the door, closing it firmly behind them. Euphie let go of Suzaku’s hand to pull over the room’s single chair. “How do you feel, love?” she asked quietly, joy and worry warring for control of her comely face.
“Brain’s slow,” Suzaku admitted. “Pain meds, I guess. Kinda hurts to move.” He paused, reaching out to his liege and girlfriend. “But I’ll be fine. Were you hurt?”
Euphie laughed softly as she took his hand and kissed it. “Just a few bruises. I had my knight in shining armor to keep me safe.” Her eyes shone with unshed tears. “Thank you, Suzaku. Thank you for protecting me.”
“By my life or death,” Suzaku whispered in reply, smiling up at her. He turned his gaze to the several bags on the I.V. tree beside the bed. “Okay, I need my brain back. Could you unhook the bag of sedative?”
“What?”
“That bag there”—Suzaku pointed to the smallest container on the tree—“is diazepam. Please pull its feed line so I don’t get any more.”
“No way!” Euphie protested. “The pain might kill you! And even if it doesn’t, I can’t bear to see you suffering for no reason.”
Suzaku turned his head and focused his eyes on hers. “I can barely think,” he told his lover slowly and calmly, “and I can’t focus my eyes properly. I want to see your face, beloved. I want to be able to talk to you. And I want the pain,” he added under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing. Now. Please, Euphie?”
Euphemia shook her head and sighed. “What am I going to do with you?” She stood and walked around the bed to the I.V. tree. Suzaku took in her full appearance for the first time. Euphie’s dress was wrinkled and had a few tiny stains here and there. Her long hair was an unmitigated disaster, and there were dark circles under her violet eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a month.
“You look like hell,” he murmured with a teasing smile.
Euphie giggled and swatted the air near his head. “Oh, you! I’ve been here since you got hurt.”
“But… your duties…”
The small needle at the end of the line dripped profusely as Euphie pulled it out. She squeaked and quickly knotted it. “You’re more important,” Euphemia told Suzaku flatly as she brushed at her dress with a paper towel. “They can deliver my paperwork here as easily as to my office.” Euphie gestured to a small folding table in the corner which held a neat stack of documents and a few writing utensils. “Besides,” she added with an impish smile. “If I let you out of my sight, you’ll just get hurt again.”
Suzaku’s laughter quickly turned into a sharp cry of agony. “Oww… my chest.”
“Your lung hasn’t knitted fully.”
“My *lung*?” Suzaku could already feel little twinges of pain blossoming throughout his body. In particular, something had lit a fire on his back.
Euphie sat on the side of Suzaku’s bed and ran a hand over his unshaven cheek. “Collapsed lung, shredded back, three broken ribs, and you lost about forty percent of your total blood volume,” she told him with a quaver in her voice. “You were in surgery for over twelve hours,” Euphie continued. Suzaku thought she might burst into tears at any moment. “They needed four separate grafting sessions to fix your back…”
Suzaku reached up and cupped her cheeks, ignoring his arms’ protests. “Euphie… I will never, ever leave you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” They looked at each other for a moment. Then Euphie smothered Suzaku with a passionate kiss. Their lips met over and over. Euphie’s tears ran freely down her cheeks. Suzaku rubbed Euphie’s back with his aching hands. Her fingers stroked his hair.
In time, they drew apart. Suzaku kissed his finger and touched it to the tip of Euphie’s nose. She giggled. “Can I ask a favor, love?”
Suzaku nodded. “You can ask, but I’m not in a position to do much right now,” he replied.
“Can I look at you? Your body, I mean?” Seeing Suzaku’s befuddled look, Euphie elaborated: “The doctor said they took your bandages off a few days ago, but they haven’t let me look. I want to see what’s happened to you.”
“Sure. I’m actually as curious as you are,” he replied with a wan smile.
Euphie took hold of the covers and drew them down to the foot of the bed. Suzaku was quite naked, but for once it wasn’t his physique that drew Euphie’s eye. “Oh, my God…” Dark lines and blobs crisscrossed Suzaku’s torso. They looked vaguely plastic.
“It’s just scar tissue,” Suzaku told her gently. His face was calm and loving as he took Euphie’s hand, guiding her trembling fingers down to touch it. “See? It’s just cosmetic.”
With a gulp, Euphie gestured for Suzaku to roll over. He complied, wincing at the knots in his muscles. Euphemia gave no reaction for nearly a minute. Then Suzaku felt wetness on his back. He looked over his shoulder to see tears streaming down his love’s fair cheeks.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your back… it’s…” Euphie sobbed quietly. “It’s one big scar… oh, Suzaku! I’m sorry! This all happened because of me, and—”
Suzaku rolled back over and reached up, pressing his finger against her soft lips. “Don’t cry,” he told her gently. “Scars are things to be proud of. They’re proof that I did my duty. At least…” he paused. “…that’s what my father told me.”
“Your father?” Euphie had never heard Suzaku mention his family. “I know who he was, of course, but—”
“I’d—rather not talk about him,” Suzaku whispered, looking away.
The Princess was shocked by the look of anguish on his face. She did the only thing she could think of: she leaned down and kissed his cheek. “My hero,” she whispered.
Suzaku laughed, but it sounded hollow. Euphie didn’t know what kind of nerve she’d hit, but she decided not to pursue it right now. Once he’s healed a bit, she promised herself. I’ll find out what hurts my Suzaku so much. But right now… I think it’s time to cheer him up…
Princess Euphemia Li Britannia dried her eyes and stood, moving to the door and punching in a locking code. She turned back to the startled Suzaku and calmly began taking off her dress.
“What are you doing?” Suzaku asked, his attention now entirely focused on his girlfriend.
Euphie giggled. Silken fabric fluttered carelessly to the floor. “I’m rewarding my loyal knight.” She glided over and settled herself next to the dumbfounded Suzaku.
“Good Lord, woman, you’re on fire,” Suzaku murmured as she ran her fingers over a particular part of his body.
“I’ve missed you,” the Sub-Viceroy replied as she straddled him. “Lie back.”
{More Author’s Note: Yes, it’s back! This chapter was originally supposed to be longer, but I simply didn’t have time this week. The remainder will be the next chapter.
St. Luke the Evangelist is thought by most theologians and historians to have been a physician of some sort. In the Catholic tradition, he is venerated as the patron saint of doctors and surgeons. I’m not sure if the C of E does things the same way, but I figured it was a good name for a hospital anyway. ^_^
Diazepam is more commonly known by its trade name, Valium. If I have its pharmacology wrong, I really don’t want to hear about it. I’ve never claimed to know anything about medicine. I picked it because the book says it’s often used for post-op sedation and can be administered intravenously. Also because I have fond memories of “Metal Gear Solid 1.” ;)
I am fully and completely aware that engaging in sexual intercourse with a busted lung is an insanely stupid idea. It is a deliberate plot point. Please don’t flame me about it.
Many thanks to my most loyal alpha reader, AnimeFreak859!
See you next week! Same Angel time, same Angel channel!}