Unexpectedly, Tenen woke up from his little coma. He groaned softly, holding his head in his hand. He could still feel the effect of adrenaline in his whole body, which not only caused a huge headache, but an impairment in his senses. For starters, his vision was blurry, and without being ridicule, he couldn’t see much than farther than his nose. After, it felt like if there was weight on his limbs, making it difficult to lift any limbs because his head was tricked. He tried to recollect himself before all of this turn him insane – not that he felt like going insane.
He tried to push himself off from the bed, thinking he might be importunate the one that is helping him, but he noticed that he had nor the will or the force to do so, and so he effortlessly flopped on the bed. He cursed his disadvantage, wondering what is going on. Even if it was blurred, he was pretty sure that he knows where he was. Then he hit him; where was he? He couldn’t move, nor that could he feel the need to run away. Enduring this pain, he was calm, but in distress. He wanted to know who was there, thinking that he wasn’t alone. His body steered a bit, like if he was trying to hide something. He didn’t know why, but when he is in presence of a stranger, and especially in those condition, he felt the need to hide the back of his right shoulder. He never was able to determine what was on it, or why he felt to do so.
Waiting for an answer, he wondered what happened. His back pain, even if healed and under the effect of adrenaline, was still there. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recollect his memories. The scent he smelled gave him a hint; blood. His back wound much have opened again. He was pretty sure that it was closed when he got out of his room. Then, he just remembered, when he looked in the mirror, there was his tattoo. He had it since he was a kid, or so he was told. His parents always told him that it is better for his health that he doesn’t know about it or try to undo it. They had warned him that if he tries to do so, he might never be the same again. The way they said it always left a chill behind, like if it was the end of him. For now, no matter who it was, he needed to relax and try to regain his senses.
He tried to push himself off from the bed, thinking he might be importunate the one that is helping him, but he noticed that he had nor the will or the force to do so, and so he effortlessly flopped on the bed. He cursed his disadvantage, wondering what is going on. Even if it was blurred, he was pretty sure that he knows where he was. Then he hit him; where was he? He couldn’t move, nor that could he feel the need to run away. Enduring this pain, he was calm, but in distress. He wanted to know who was there, thinking that he wasn’t alone. His body steered a bit, like if he was trying to hide something. He didn’t know why, but when he is in presence of a stranger, and especially in those condition, he felt the need to hide the back of his right shoulder. He never was able to determine what was on it, or why he felt to do so.
Waiting for an answer, he wondered what happened. His back pain, even if healed and under the effect of adrenaline, was still there. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recollect his memories. The scent he smelled gave him a hint; blood. His back wound much have opened again. He was pretty sure that it was closed when he got out of his room. Then, he just remembered, when he looked in the mirror, there was his tattoo. He had it since he was a kid, or so he was told. His parents always told him that it is better for his health that he doesn’t know about it or try to undo it. They had warned him that if he tries to do so, he might never be the same again. The way they said it always left a chill behind, like if it was the end of him. For now, no matter who it was, he needed to relax and try to regain his senses.