Mending Bruises, But Not the Heart

Deyran winced as he eased himself onto the bed, the soft mattress a stark contrast to the unforgiving road he’d endured for days. His breath hitched as he searched for a comfortable position, his injured arm throbbing with relentless, fiery pain. Exhaustion was catching up to him, dragging him closer to the edge of unconsciousness.

A bitter chuckle escaped him, quickly turning into a grimace of pain. Not sure any sane man would ever dare fuck you off— in the bad sense, that is, Deyran muttered, clenching his teeth against the agony.

He swallowed hard, the frantic battle flashing through his mind. Then again, I doubt you’d want to hear this story, he added, his eyes darkening at the memory. The sight of the colossal, red creature was still fresh, its monstrous strength seared into his thoughts.

Deyran’s eyes fluttered shut, the toll of blood loss finally dragging him under.