Marked like a Dead Man.

I was brought in on the stretcher from the woods. My neck bleeding in the shape of an R. I have been Marked like i was to die... Go figure.

By the time I got to the infirmary I was passed out from lack of energy, my hand slowly healing from the healers giving me some Ambrosia.

I woke up when he began to speak, smiling lightly. "Uh... sorry I kinda overdid it." Over did it a lot.
Akaito, son of Apollo, walked towards Rayn, his red hair messy over his face. "We might be able to." He shrugged. "Right now we're trying to find a good enough healer. So, it's undetermined." (OOC: I gtg, cya)

OOC:bye... =(
Bic: Thanks i can't wait. And i wasn't any better, i was asking for it. I kinda wanted to die then, and still now. But i can't theres something willing me not to, so for now stuck like this." i said and smiled only picturing the sun beaming off her face, the way the Doc looked. I sighed again.

Akaito examined him, raising an eyebrow when he saw the R on Rayn's neck. Raising an eyebrow at me, I couldn't hold back a smirk. When you piss off a kid of Hades, you don't get off easily.

I raised an eyebrow, looking at him to decide whether he's bluffing or not. Well, in my case I wouldn't want to be marked at all... because when people mark me in battle, it's a way of saying they own you, and I don't like that one bit.
Seeing no hint of bluffing on his face, I turned my gaze back to the wooden ceiling. "Well don't I feel accomplished?" I said in a cheerful, sarcastic voice.

I began to feel strength seep back into my limbs and body, not feeling so exhausted anymore. Luckily, the infirmary was a little dim - I tend to sleep better and get more energy better in the dark.. which is kinda creepy, but yeah.
Akaito saw another person being brought in, with a mark on the persons head that looked suspiciously like a pegasi hoove. "Looks like that guy had some trouble... I'll be there on the double?" He mumbled, walking over towards the person... well, with the bad poetry, I assumed his dad was Apollo.
I smiled lightly when he mentioned my hand, raising it to my electric blue eyes to look at the damage. It didn't look too bad, but I still couldn't feel it - just a very numb feeling at the tips, like the remenants of static. "So, if one of us gets to you know... to meet our friend way downstairs the hard way... would that mean the other person would turn into a veg?" I asked, my ADHD drawn to his hand when it started to crawl. Cool.

I felt my bones joining and the cracks in the hand sealing... and well, it's not something I want to repeat. It hurt, but not blood-curtling pain; just the pain of a fire where your bones are joining. When it finished, I stretched my hand and flexed it. Good as new... "Cool. Night."I layed back on my pillow, falling asleep as well. My strength wasn't up to 100% yet.