Harrison hit the rocks hard. He felt Cedany's grip on his arm loosen, so he tightened his grip on hers. Still it was not enough, and she slipped away from him. He rolled over a smooth stone into a sharp pile of large rocks. He felt his arm go numb for a moment before the searing pain shot down his arm. He felt the warm blood seep out of the large gash on his shoulder. When he finally stopped, he was bruised and cut everywhere. He wiped the blood from the slice on the bridge of his nose. He shook the dizziness away and pulled himself to his feet.
"Cedany!" he called out in a panic. He wasn't sure if she'd stopped falling yet, or how hurt she was. "Cedany!" he called out again after not hearing a response. He started climbing around the rocks looking for her... or her body. Please, not her body, Harrison thought anxiously.
Cedany wasn't out for long, but when she came too, everything was confusing. Her head felt like someone was rythmically pounding on it with a mallet, and there were several raw places on her skin that stung. Something warm and sticky ran down her face from her temple, and it smelled like metal.
Blood, she thought, a bit late. Her ears were ringing, and all the sounds around her were getting mixed up. She imagined that the king was chasing her again, yelling angrily. No, that wasn't anger. It sounded more like desperation or panic.
Harrison climbed frantically. She hadn't answered him which wasn't a good sign. He slipped on a slick rock and fell. Lucky he did though, because he spotted blood on a nearby rock. Oh God, she's dead! he thought. He carefully followed the blood trail -- meaning little speckles of blood he saw -- and came to the mangled girl. He was far above her and he had to figure out how to get down, and whether or not Cedany was still alive. "Cedany," he called from above with relief. "Cedany, if you're alive, please be alive, don't move, I'm coming to get you."
The shouts had gotten close enough for Cedany to hear the words. She didn't really want to move, afraid that she'd send herself off the cliff again if she tried, so she followed his instructions and stayed put.
Harrison made his slow descent toward Cedany. He reached her mangled body and looked at her terrified. She hadn't said a word. Carefully he picked her up in his arms. They were both in poor condition, but the head wounds were a worry for Harrison. She'd yet to speak, but her body was warm. He determined Cedany was alive, but he wasn't sure if she hurt or had damage. He carried her over a rough patch of rocks to a crevice where they would both be safe from any slipping and sliding. He set Cedany on the ground, lying her out flat. He stroked her bloody hair from her temple examining her wound. "Please say something," he pleaded. Though he was nearly sure she was still alive, he wasn't 100% positive.
"Did we get down the mountain?" She mumbled, her words slightly slurred from the concussion. Her head spun, and when she tried to open her eyes the light just made it worse, so she shut them again.
"We're almost there," Harrison laughed with relief. "Are you in pain? Your arms? Legs?" he asked guessing at what to do about her head. His shirt would do no good. It was already soaked with his blood, and ripped up.
Cedany wiggled her fingers and toes. "Everything seems to work." She replied. Her ribs felt like they might be cracked, but she could breathe fine so she figured it was okay.
"We should rest," Harrison said, "but we need water." He stood looking around. They were much farther down the mountain than he'd thought, but it was a treacherous journey to the nearest water source in their condition.
Cedany tried sitting up, slowly, her ribs stinging. Her head spun and she instinctively grabbed the edge of a boulder to orient herself, suddenly terrified that she'd fall down the mountain again. Disoriented, she had no idea how close to the edge she was, or what was below, and her eyes were tightly shut to fight the dizziness.
"Don't try to sit up," Harrison said carefully pushing her down. "We're on a level plain, we're safe." He looked over the rest of the mountain. They were not far now from the bottom, and he could hear the trickle of a rushing stream. "I hear water," he said nervously, "but I don't want to leave you here alone. Mind if I carry you? We came down the steep part. I can manage now," he asked.
"I'm fine." Cedany mumbled, starting to sit up again. Suddenly though, her dizziness got the better of her and she turned, retching into the grass next to her. She didn't have anything in her stomach other than water, but it still heaved.
"Or maybe not."
Carefully Harrison slid his arms beneath Cedany. "Wrap your arms around my neck," he suggested. She wasn't heavy, but he had been weakened by the fall. He prayed to find the water quickly, though he couldn't walk much faster than he already was.
Cedany, for once, did as she was told, resting her throbbing head against his shoulder. "I don't think I've ever fallen down a mountain before." She said with a short laugh. "I can cross that off my list, I guess."
Harrison chuckled at Cedany's "glass half full" view on things. Fortunately, though, the water was only a semi-short walk away, and there was a small spring. Carefully he propped Cedany up against a boulder near the stream and walked in to the icy cold water. He carefully pulled his bloody sticky shirt off his cuts and wet the torn fabric. When he'd rinsed as much of the blood out of the farbic as he could, he went back to Cedany and pressed it lightly to her headwound.
Cedany winced slightly as the touch reminded her or the aching in her head. She looked blearily at him, her eyes crossed. "I feel weird," She stated matter of factly. "All...buzzy."