You never thought it would happen this way. You always imagined yourself getting drunk at a party, then taken home for a one night stand, but this…this is not what you wanted.

It all happened so fast: you were fighting on the battlefield and the next thing you know, you blackout. The only thing you remember was being carried back home, but by who? You woke up hours after in someone’s bed; it was soft and comforting, but once you regained your vision, you saw who your “savior” was. Your worst enemy, Callous.

You wanted to confront him, yell at him for saving you, let alone lay a finger one you, but you were too hurt to say anything. As you laid there, you looked up at him and spoke.

“Why did you save me?”

“I didn’t save you.” He shot back calmly, as if this was normal for him.

“But didn’t you carry me back…you didn’t have to do that.”

He sighed, laying a hand on your head and stroking your hair. With a sigh, he continued. “Just go back to sleep. You’re still injured.”