Zavien
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times
After Sunjata left, Zavien spent the rest of the day fading in and out of fitful unconsciousness. The times he found himself in reality were filled with gently prodding hands and waves of pain. It faded more with each time, but he still couldn't find the strength to move. Kind voices filtered around him in the darkness, stitching and wrapping the wounds until his entire chest and torso were covered with gauze. Each brush of the injury sent him back under, followed by the memory of ripping tissue and punctured lungs.
When he woke again, it was without the presence of nurses or healers. How much time had passed, he wasn't sure. His eyes fluttered open to a warmth that eased his muscles, so different from the icy chill that'd eaten into his body through the battle and subsequent... death. He still hadn't quite grasped that part.
Letting out a soft groan, Zavien used the longer waking moment to take in his surroundings. A fireplace crackled with fire, illuminating the white of his sheets and dressings along with a figure leaning against the wall. He wasn't sure how long the man had been there, but they were a welcome sight nonetheless. The Dragoon summoned the strength to smile, opening his mouth to speak. It took a few tries for his voice to come out audibly, scratchy with disuse. "Deimos?"
When he woke again, it was without the presence of nurses or healers. How much time had passed, he wasn't sure. His eyes fluttered open to a warmth that eased his muscles, so different from the icy chill that'd eaten into his body through the battle and subsequent... death. He still hadn't quite grasped that part.
Letting out a soft groan, Zavien used the longer waking moment to take in his surroundings. A fireplace crackled with fire, illuminating the white of his sheets and dressings along with a figure leaning against the wall. He wasn't sure how long the man had been there, but they were a welcome sight nonetheless. The Dragoon summoned the strength to smile, opening his mouth to speak. It took a few tries for his voice to come out audibly, scratchy with disuse. "Deimos?"
