Anxiously, the centaur paced around the fallen person, hoping they weren’t dead. Cross had been able to heal you, but only time would tell if you’d be okay. He didn’t know what to do with you.

Damnit, come on, please? Just, wake up, or give some sign you’re alive? Oh god, now I’m just talking to myself, so great for my mental health.

Cross groaned in annoyance. The tension was killing him, he couldn’t handle it. With all his pacing, he didn’t notice as your eyes started to flutter open.