Wicked Souls

34

After a few hours, it was now 11 am, and I started to wake up from my slumber, I groaned slightly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

He noticed how I finally started to wake up, I groaned and then started to rub the sleep out of my eyes, my soft moans had become louder now as I started to shift into my waking state. He figured that he should give me some time before he went over to check on me, he didn't want to startle me so he decided to just sit back and wait for some time before approaching. He kept on writing down some notes. So the writing and the pencil sound filled the silence in the room. He continued to keep an eye on me.

He kept on writing and working for the next half hour as my soft moans and groaning grew louder as I continued to shift and wake up. The pencil strokes and the subtle sound of my soft groaning filled the silence in the room. That was until my groaning began to slowly shift and I finally started to slowly open my eyes once more. I groaned and rubbed my eyes once more as I then started to look around the room, still rubbing my eyes.

I mumbled something, sitting up slowly.

My mumbling caught his attention as he caught on to something that sounded like words coming out of me. I was starting to now sit up and slowly become more alert. He paused his writing and put the pencil down, he looked over at me again as he gently spoke up.

"Good morning..." He said softly as he looked over at me, a reassuring tone in his voice once more.

I spoke quietly but gently "Morning,".

He smiled softly as he noted how the words that were coming out of my mouth were much more coherent and audible. It seemed as though I was slowly getting more awake now. As I just spoke, he gave a small smile as my response.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked me gently with a kind and caring look on his face. He had an understanding of just how exhausting everything that had happened could have been, so he figured being gentle in the way he spoke to me here would only be of benefit.

"A little better," I responded.

He smiled softly again and let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Good..." He spoke up in a soft and gentle voice once more. "Do you feel like you're well rested now?" He asked me gently as he got up from his seat and walked over to my side once more.

I nodded.

My nod gave him confirmation that I felt rested, so now that I was awake and well-rested. He figured now would be a good time to start asking me some questions about what had exactly happened previously.

"Do you remember everything that happened?" He asked me in a gentle and understanding tone.

I shook my head.

He saw that I just shook my head, so he knew now that this was the case. He proceeded to ask me some follow-up questions about what I do remember.

"Do you have any memory of how you got yourself injured this bad?" He asked me gently, he tried keeping the tone calm and reassuring for me to feel comfortable enough to answer the question.

"I can't remember," I said.

He heard me speak up yet again as I once more admitted that I couldn't remember. It seemed as though I was unable to remember much of what had happened previously. He sighed softly, this was quite unfortunate but he supposed it was more common than he realized.

"I see..." He simply responded that he had other follow-up questions but he was now not quite sure whether or not he should ask them. He didn't know whether or not it would be better for me if he just let it go.

"Was I misbehaving?" I asked.

He saw that I suddenly asked if I was misbehaving, and he figured that my memory was still rather incomplete and spotty. So he proceeded to answer my question once more, using a gentle and reassuring tone.

"Misbehaving? No not at all..." He said gently as he shook his head, he was attempting to reassure me that I wasn't doing anything wrong.

I nodded slowly, I sat up properly on the couch, my hair was in a messy bun as I looked over at him.

He could see that I was now sitting up properly on the couch and that I was looking over at him, although the state of my hair wasn't exactly the most organized. He simply smiled at me and waved his head a bit.

"Do you feel like you want to try getting up and walking around?" He asked me gently as he looked over at me.

I nodded.

He saw how my response was a simple nod, so he assumed that this meant that I did want to try getting up and walking around. So as a result, he proceeded to offer me a hand, in an attempt to help me up.

"Here, let me help you," He said in a gentle and reassuring tone as he held up a hand, reaching out for me. His hand was out and open as he was waiting to see if I'd take his hand or not.

I gently took his hand and stood up.

He was grateful that I took his hand and allowed him to help me stand up. Now that I was standing up it was much easier for him to get a better look at me, my face looked rather calm, although my movements were still quite unsteady.

"Careful..." He warned as he held onto me with one hand, his other hand supporting me from behind, he was trying to make sure that I remained steady as I began to walk around. However, he was also looking out for any signs that I was still hurting.

I limped slightly due to the discomfort of my injuries on my feet.