" good! you're awake. i was beginning to worry... " from milly @98kg
⩥ @98kg || hour of need [OPEN]
" good! you're awake. i was beginning to worry… "
"Eh?!" Midvalley wakes with a jolt, patting himself down and unsuccessfully searching for his magnum. He's wrapped in a blanket and has been given a pair of boxers for decency, but is otherwise nude and in a bed.
His body screams for him to slow down, even though his heart seems to be pounding as fast as a thoma stampede in his chest. Intense pain in his back and chest force him to lie back down. Golden eyes stare up at the ceiling as he pants.
He somehow manages to slow himself down enough to turn his head to the voice. Swallowing down his panic, Midvalley scans the woman beside him, assessing her threat.
Well, assuming she had any threat at all.
The ex-assassin squints—there's something oddly familiar about her, but the details are all fuzzy. He thinks he may have seen her among a crowd on the day he...
"I died," he mumbles, "I was dead. How did you—what did you—?"