When his consciousness returned, he was first greeted with a deep seated pulsing pain in his head. He was familiar with pain from a childhood riddled with chronic illness. No. From years on the streets and the tortures under than hand of Qiu Jianluo.
Slowly, careful about the light hitting his sensitive eyes, Shen Yuan blinked. Taking in his surrounding he found himself in an unfamiliar room. Or rather a set for a period drama? No wait. This was Cian Cao's infirmary. Which meant—
"Good. Shixiong is awake again." It was Mu Qingfang who stepped into Shen Qingqiu's field of vision. "How are you feeling Shen-Shixiong?"
"Fine," Shen Jiu hissed as he sat up on the patient's bed somebody had placed him on. They also must have changed his clothes. Shen Yuan was certain he had been wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants before fainting but now he was dressed in high quality historical robes with large flowing sleeves.
"It was Liu-shidi who found Shixiong unconscious on Qiong Ding." Mu Qingfang explained as he took Shen Qingqiu's hand to check his meridians. "Does Shixiong remember what led to his loss of consciousness?"
"I was—" he began but as he tried to remember the pain in his head spiked, forcing him to curl in on himself with a low groan as conflicting memories layered atop each other over and over again pushing each other out of the way scrambling to the surface.
