⨊ woke up and found herself sleeping in a warm embrace. She looked around and found herself in Ian's arms. It seemed to be night time. Even though ⨊ couldn't physically see anything, she could still see and hear a bit with her ability. ⨊ looked at Ian's face. Looking at him up and down to make sure that he was ok. He looked exhausted and pale. Like he hadn't slept for days. He seemed to have lost weight and had dark circles around his eyes. But he was still so warm and his grip was still securely around her. (Silly little boy. This is why I didn't want you to be with me.)
The next day Ian woke up as usual and saw ⨊ asleep in his arms. "Sorry did I wake you?" asked Ian when ⨊ stirred in his arms. "Morning my little love," whispered Ian when he saw that ⨊ was awake. ⨊ watched Ian taking care of her and never leaving her side for even a second. ⎨Going to take care of your wounds. It will hurt.⎬ wrote Ian. "Sorry, this will hurt," said Ian as he took care of her wounds. "Almost done, my little love," he said being extra careful. ⨊ saw Ian treating her carefully. As though, if he used a bit of pressure it would break her.
Ian saw ⨊ tearing up for the first time since he found her. "⨊ sorry did it hurt that much...sorry...where does it hurt?" said Ian in a panic. Ian wiped the tears from ⨊'s eyes gently. ⨊ stroke her face against his warm hand unintentionally, feeling his gentleness and warmth. "⨊ can you feel again? Can you feel me?" asked Ian forgetting that she couldn't hear him. ⎨⨊ can you feel?⎬ wrote Ian watching ⨊'s reaction and expression.
