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Ill deal with it tomorrow

   Ugh....my head. It feels like I'm dead. I have to be. No...if I was dead I wouldn't feel anything, so the fact I'm in so much pain means I'm alive. Or...maybe I did die and I'm in hell. Because I know for a fact I would not go to heaven. But...I cant open my eyes. They are so heavy....

I would think hell would had been way hotter than this. It's actually quite cold....and...windy. And quiet. I do hear the crackle of fire though....

I let out a long groan when i try to sit up and open my eyes, unable to even lift my head before it falls right back down, my eyes finally peeling open, blinking away the crust that had formed on my eyes. I stare up, seeing the tops of pine trees, stars peeking out through the needles. This is not hell. This is...forest. Where am I?

"Oh good, your up!"

I almost jump out of my skin at the sound of a voice, groan again at the pain that shot through me from jumping so hard.

"Relax...relax....your safe."

The man says, his face finally coming into frame above me, blocking my view from everything except his face. His hair is dirty red, his beard is quite scraggly and sparse. His dark hazel eyes are crinkled up, his face plastered with a warm smile, his long curly red hair falling down, almost touching my face. He quickly tucks his hair behind his ears, his rosy cheeks and round, warm face just staring down at me curiously and excited, like some puppy happy to finally see its owner again.

I frown at this strange man, so many questions raising through my mind as I stare up at him, but nothing comes out when I open my mouth, my throat so dry it feels like it's cracking.

"My names Todd. It's short for Todde. My mom told me she named me that because it means fox, and my hair is all red and stuff....im rambling. Are you okay? Did I save you?"

My head starts to hurt from how chipper and giddy he is, my face slowly forming into an irritated and perplexed scowl. That does answer one of my many questions though...this man is no threat to me. One look at him and I can tell that he has no mean bone in his body. But...I have many questions about this...Todd.

I try to clear my throat, but I end up having a coughing fit, my back arching in pain as I clutch as my sore side, my eyes squeezing shut as I scowl deeply.

"Oh, you must be really thirsty! You've been out for...about....4 hours?"

He says in a small panic, quickly standing up and moving out of view. I couldn't turn my head, every move I made felt like I was dying. So...I just lay there, accepting my fate, staring at the pine trees above me. I slowly glance down, squinting in confusion when I see my cape draped over the top of me. My eyes then drift over and I see...my clothes, all folded up in a neat pile next to me. Am I....yep, I'm naked. Fuck me. I'm starting to wish that I did just die. This...Todd. My memory is fuzzy....what exactly happened?

Before I can even feel embarrassment, shame, anger, anything, he's already back, smiling over me.

"Okay, since you were out for so long, I was able to find some clean water. I hope you're not mad, but I had to dump out your ale so I could use your canteen, but I promise I'll buy you more!"

He explained, his voice growing more and more nervous as my scowl only deepens. He nevrously chuckles before handing me the canteen.

"Okay...let's get that head of yours...elevated..."

He slides his rough hands under my back, slowly starting to make me sit up. My eyes widen as a throbbing pain shoots down a nerve in my spine, making me let out a pained groan, throwing my head back before panting, catching my breath once I'm finally sitting up. The cape slid off my chest, laying in my lap. It was then I finally noticed my chest all wrapped up. Did he...do this...just because he didn't want to look at my chest? Huh....you know...that's actually a really good idea. I won't have to worry about anyone ever seeing my womanhood...they would just think I had an injury.