"You hit your head and you've been out for two days." - Prompt. Ladies choice as to the details.
*Cracks knuckles* Let’s do dis
There was a dull throb, rising steadily into a more prominent notice. The typical subsonic thrum in the back of her mind was soon drowned out by it, escalating to a point it drew a noise out of her. Her voice was raspy, cracked, likely from disuse, a loud ringing beginning to overtake her hearing.Low voice pierced the gloom, echoing first and pushing the ringing noise back before it focused. “You’re finally waking up. This is good.”Eyes fluttered open before shutting again, quickly. The light hurt, caused the dull throb to jump to a sharp pain, a small whimper escaping. There was a slight pressure to her forehead, light filtering through her eyelids blocked. Sweet relief…"You hit your head." That low rumble of a voice, slight lilt of surprised amusement as though he could not believe she could take such a blow. "You’ve been out for two days."Her brow furrowed, partially against the pain and partially in thought. Either way, it didn’t help much, only made the throbbing headache worsen just slightly. Or maybe that was just the thinking.Carefully, she let her eyes open again, her vision fuzzy before beginning to focus. She caught sight of the leather on the glove of one hand, shielding her gaze from the harsh light in what she recognized as his private living quarters. At least she knew her memory wasn’t too badly damaged…Her attention turned down to her right arm, eyes taking note first of the tube running from her lower arm. He followed her gaze, head shifting slowly."Ah. Yes. When you did not wake after the first day, I had you put on a drip." His free hand moved, still slow, to the flow control on the tube. "With how much you consumed within the first several hours of being on it, I can honestly say I’m surprised you hadn’t dropped dead from dehydration."She made a noise, distressed in opposition to the obvious medical attentions, before trying to lift her left hand in an attempt to remove the tube from her. His free hand was brought around, wrapped over her left."Don’t try to force yourself to move or speak. Get your bearings properly, we will do another check later." It was very matter-of-fact and solid, meant to dispel any attempt at rebellion, both physical and verbal. "I do have a few matters to attend, but I will be back."Carefully, the shading hand was pulled from its place, causing her to flinch just lightly as the light brightened against sensitive eyes. With a click, the light dimmed to more tolerable levels, allowing her eyes to open again without worsening the brewing migraine.The leather of his gloves, the calloused pale fingers gently cradling her face felt cooler than usual. Perhaps she was feverish? The thought was interrupted, notice taken of the small smile spreading across his face.Relief.Perhaps he let it out right when he thought she couldn’t quite comprehend her surroundings. Even in the light kiss placed against her forehead, there was an almost uncharacteristic tenderness. In that simple movement, she was aware enough to pick up the pent worry built in the past couple days, dispelled in a single act of mild affection.He held the spot for the moment before speaking again, sitting back, composure returned. “Unfortunately, progression does not stop for head trauma.” He rose to stand, leaving a glancing squeeze on her right hand. “I will see to it Maurice keeps an eye on you. Until I return.”She offered a small smile of her own, as much as she could, in reassurance before he shut the door to begin the maintenance of his empire proper. By the time Maurice arrived on his rounds, she had already dozed again.