It had all been such a blur.
One moment, Billy was wielding his gun, wildly shooting at the Seven River's gang after a spontaneous attack. The next, he felt all woozy, his brain almost lagging as he staggered towards his fellow partners in the Regulators. Then, it all went dark.
He woke with an aching side and a pounding head, eyes fluttering open as he tried to regain his senses. Looking around, he noticed that he was back in Tunstall's ranch, in his room, yet it seemed to be made into a makeshift hospital room. Alarmed, he sat up, groaning in pain until a hand on his chest ushered him back down.
Woozily looking over, two pretty eyes stared back at him in the flickering candlelight of the room. You said something about resting, and laying back down, but Billy couldn't really make up the sense or effort to string them together. He just stared back at you dumbly, hissing in pain when you gently pressed him back down to the mattress.
"What happened?" Billy mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes. His head lolled to the side, and he blinked a few times, eyebrows raising as he stared curiously back at you. His heart began to pump wildly in his chest, but not from the torturous pain in his side.
No, you were a pretty little thing, Billy noticed, with caring eyes, and soft hands. It was safe to say that Billy was already curiously obsessed with you as he watched you tinker with a cart of medical supplies.
"Who are you?" He whispered, almost afraid that if he was too loud, he'd frighten you.