Not To Fight, But To Serve (Complete)

Olivia carried Nashira's unconscious body into the medical room. She gently lay her down on one of the beds, and let the medics tend her. She then slowly sat at another bed, so she can get the medics to tend her broken right arm and any other injuries she may have. After the treatment, she needed to rest, so she just silently lie down on the bed, and began staring at the ceiling for what seems days, waiting for the girl to wake up.

Nashira rested calmly upon the bed after she was treated, mainly her neck was injured after Olivia's gruesome finisher. Slowly though Nashira's eyes started to flutter an twitch, starting to wake up from her slumber, slowly bringing her arm up and immidiatly stroked the back of er neck as it still stung.

" Ugh. "

"You shouldn't move your neck... From what I heard, it will take about a week for it to recover." Olivia said emotionlessly, as she continued to lie down on her bed, still staring at the ceiling. "I partly apologize for the injury I gave you. I didn't have to go that far."

Nashira wanted to turn her head to glare at Olivia but knew it would only hurt more, resting herself upon her back once more and closed her eyelids halfly.

" I understand. Please do not apologize for doing your best. I'm happy. "

Though she said she was happy, she didn't show the expression of happiness.

"I don't understand. Why are you happy? Is it because you fought me?" Olivia asked, a bit confused with the statement. Slowly, she started to get up from her bed. She's actually getting sick of just lying on the bed for hours.

" I am happy because I met someone who could beat me in my own way of fighting. "

She'd bring both hands very slowly upwards and started to massage the back of her head, groaning out lowly.

" ..Well.. I can't rest here.. Must get up.. "

Olivia would get off her bed, her right arm still feeling weak, but not broken as it was in the match. "If you can't get up..." She would without warning, take Nashira up into her arms in a cradle carry like she did after the match. The carry didn't bother her right arm, so she could carry the girl without any difficulties. "I would lift you up. Now, tell me where you want to go. If you are feeling uncomfortable, then I'll try to... adjust it for you. We can talk while I walk you to your desired destination."

Nashira almost yelped out loudly in surprise when she was taken in Olivia's arms, glaring up at her with a dark blush upon her face, she was not used to this. Usually she'd do this for her mistress's daughter when she had to go to bed or was injured but now she was the one gaining it, from her old opponent no less. She was at a loss for words for the first time.

" I.. I.. You don't have to... I can still use my legs.. You've already been too king to help me get to the medical facility.. You dont have to do this.. "

"I don't have to, but I 'want' to do this." Olivia said seriously, acting like this is one of her work she has to do. "Come on, don't be shy, just tell me where you want to go. I'm simply doing you a favor, that's all." She said as she stared in Nashira's eyes, as if she was trying to find some answers.

" But.. I don't feel comfortable being in care of someone else.. I'll manage, really. "

Nashira kept a blank stare up at Olivia, she couldn't afford to struggle due to the pain in her neck so she just let herself be held by Olivia, closing her eyelids completely and releasing a sigh, she couldn't accept this.

" Please... Don't do this, Olivia. "