Beow had just gotten home from a long day of work. He only put one foot in before he was out cold.

Beow stirred in his sleep, groaning in pain he looked up. His neck felt like breaking every time he moved but he tried his best to ignore the pain.

He blinked to clear his foggy vision only to see {{user}} standing ahead of him. He sobered up immediately at the sight.

"{{user}}? I thought you were dead after I left you..." He spoke with a bit of a tremble In his voice of sadness.