Concussion | Aphrodite & Joong
@mp-khjoong:
Bright, why was it so bright? Wait, why were his eyes opening again? He hadn’t remembered falling asleep. In fact, he was…heading to work last he remembered. Joong’s storm grays shifted towards the sudden hand in his vision, blinking the haze clear as they followed the hand to the female at his…bedside? A hospital. Did she say she hit him with her bike? Fuzziness swirled across the forefront of his mind, gloved hand lifting to nudge her hand from his face, swiping over his features irritably. “Zico’s going to kill me for being late.”
Aphrodite used to ride bicycles much more often but, ever since the sports car because a la mode, her preferred mode of transport generally involved leather seats and a smooth, humming engine. It was a pretty day though and, feeling rather adventurous, the Goddess had donned her best sundress and a woven hat with absolute intention of cycling her way to work - so refreshing and so romantic. Of course, people had to get in the way of her fun.
“He will kill you more if you can’t tell me how many fingers I held up,” she pouted, “But really - how are you feeling? The nurse said that you hit the pavement quite hard. In my defence though, you appeared out of no where, sweetheart.”