[ LOCATION - SIXTH STREET ]
[ TIME - 11:20AM ]
The three people in the room stood in the newly created silence.
The shock of the current situation kept the siblings quiet.
Just a few minutes ago this man was bleeding from the skull, a massive gash wound on his chest.
Both of which, were seemingly gone.
Even the blood.
The man stayed silent because.. right now.
He was trying to discern just who these people were.
He'd.. he'd just been somewhere.
with others.
with her.
wait.
who was..
The man reached for his head in confusion, feeling something soft and flexible.
what is..
he grasped at a strand of the bandage.
This, finally caused Belle to speak up.
"y-you might not want to do that! you had some nasty injuries earlier"
"and even if the bloods gone, the wounds are definitely still there" Belle warned the now wide awake man, a nervous smile on her face.
Ignoring her, the man pulled the strand down, revealing...
nothing.
"what the.." wise whispered
what should happen next?
I’m at a little stump (again)