I didn't expect to wake up, I didn't want to, everything hurt. To breathe, to move, to think. But to listen, it's what I could do with peace. I heard footsteps, sometimes talking. I heard shuffling feet. I felt a hand on mine, and lips pressed against my forehead. I felt someone's presence, and another person's presence as well.
"Cian, she lost lashings av blud... yer canny expect 'er ter recover in a day" a familiar female voice said and the grip on my hand tightened.
"Aye, oi nu... but 'tis been tree" Cian sad. I wished I could squeeze his hand back, but at that point the pain took over my body again and I passed out.
When I woke up agai