Winter Sunshine

You need to eat

Apparently, the Chitauri had damaged something inside of Loki during one of his many torture sessions. It had been like that since he'd fallen from the Bifrost, but it hadn't been much of a burden. Loki would have a poor appetite, and occasional stomach twinges, but that appeared to be the extent of the problem. It was likely that they had poisoned an organ, which sent vicious toxins through Loki's body, worsening the pain, and causing the seizures. It was probably responsible for his bad dreams as well.

Ravennha's punch had done something to him, and since the damaged area had not fully healed yet, the harm it would've normally caused had been multiplied.

Loki, at this stage, was in too much pain to do or say anything relevant,  so they had to sedate him without his consent. After that, they wasted little time before operating on him.

It all sounded so surreal, like one of those creepy horror movies, where there were freaky diseases thriving in people's bodies. And then hours and hours passed of an agonizing wait, and Savannah wished that it was only a film, and not her life.

Loki awoke in a hospital bed.

He was used to it, by now, and while he couldn't quite remember what had happened, at least he was sure Savannah was safe.

'Loki?'

'Yes?'

'How are you feeling?'

'Much better, but still not good.'

'I'm so glad that you're okay. I swear, I'm going grey.'

'How long will I have to stay here?'

'You'll be discharged in about two hours.'

'That soon?'

'Yes. You healed very quickly, once you were treated, and your stitches have dissolved already.'

After a few hours, Savannah and Loki were in bed. Loki was shirtless, and had his head on Savannah's lap. She was bent over him, her long hair forming a curtain in front of her face. She was rubbing his stomach softly, and he was murmuring contentedly.

'Loki?'

'Yes?'

'You need to eat something.'

'Can it wait?'

'No.'

'I'm not hungry.'

'C'mon, you have to eat.'

'I'm tired, can't I do it tomorrow?'

'No.'

'Please?'

'I'll feed you if I have to.'

'Fine,' Loki grumbled, 'But I'm not going to be able to eat it all.'

'We'll see.'

A/N: I shall continue this under the name of Autumn Leaves. See a theme?