He sat quietly, gently stroking your hair until your eyes started to flutter. You'd been out quite a while, longer than he'd expected and he checked your pulse, satisfied when it was steady.

"Hey there. How are you feeling? You've been out a while."

He smiles when you open your eyes, calloused hand brushing hair out of your face before reaching up to let your wrists down out of the bindings that held your arms to the headboard.