your heartbeat rung heavy in your head, a throbbing yet dull ache settling.
you felt groggy, eyes taking forever to peek open and when they did you were met with your apartment.
you groan, slowly sitting up and bringing a hand to your throbbing head.
the fuck just happened?
you try to recall your memories, breathing out. right.
there was an earthquake, you had lost your footing and hit your head.
you frowned, eyebrows furrowing in a way that tugged on your small, open cut. you winced.
you'd need to put a patch on that, luckily you had a fresh med kit in your bathroom.
you groan slightly as you pull yourself upwards, scratching your cheek.
the room felt oddly.. quiet.
usually the area was filled with the bustling of people and cars and trains, however now you were met with.. well, nothing. no voices, no cars, no trains.
your frown deepened.
you headed to the bathroom, pulling out your med kit and grabbing the tape-like stitch replacements. with your minimal medical health knowledge, this would be fine. you could think fine, you didn't have a concussion, it was just a small cut.
after patching it together you headed back into the kitchen, humming in confusion.
your eyes turned to your coffee table. you beamed.
your ice cream was still there, in perfect condition and all. not melted whatsoever. you tilted your head, wondering how long you had been passed out.
you picked up the bowl, taking a bite of choc mint ice cream and mini m&m, humming happily.
