Recovery

Staying still, while relaxing, drives his mind insane. His thoughts constantly going back toward back to the assassin. (I want to train. I want to do something).

Frustrated, he hits the back of his head into his pillow. The sound of a door creaking catches his attention, a head peeking in beside the door frame.

"Everything okay?"
"Oh hey Chloe. You can come in."

She softly makes her way in, closing the door behind herself. She then reaches out for the wooden chair left in the corner of the room, pulling it beside the bed. There's few seconds of silence, as if she was shy.

"So.. How are you doing?"
"I feel okay. My legs are sore and I have a broken arm. But I was told they'd look for another potion."
"I hope they find you one."
"Yeah. Me too."

That was a dumb thing to say. Obviously I'd hope for one.
"Injuries aside.. Are you okay?"

He stares at her for a moment, trying to figure out what she means. Emotionally? How he's feeling through these couple days? Horrible. It's straight up PTSD he's getting. Getting beated up, torn apart, losing limbs, bleeding out, getting his bones broken. Yeah. I'd say I'm having a blast. 
He's not saying that to her while she looks so genuinely concerned. He appreciates checking on him.

"I feel like a wreck. I've had many roller coasters ever since I got here. I'm scared, worried, overthinking. But I can't let it bother me."

"What's a roller coaster?"

He laughs. Right, they wouldn't have that expression here.
"It's something from my kingdom. It's a bit difficult to explain, but it's a kind of ride you get in for fun. Kind of like a horse, but it's entirely mechanical."

She bends her eyes, trying to grasp the concept.
"Like a wagon moving on its own?"
"Yeah. I think that's a good way to see it. But going at super high speeds."
"What does roller coasters have to do with this?"

Oh my god. 
He laughs louder.
"It's an expression. When your day has up and downs, going from good to bad and vice versa, we call it a roller coaster."
Did he explain it well? That's how the expression is used right?

She nods. Oh, I think she got it.
"Would anything make you feel better?"
"I don't know. I'd like to see my family."
"But you can't, can you?"

His throat tenses up. No. He can't. He probably will never see them again.
He manages to whisper a reply, his throat cracking up from sadness building up.
"No."

The urge to cry blocks his throat and wet his eyes. He doesn't want to show himself vulnerable. 
Doing his best to hide it, she nods, her eyes filled with empathy. She gets up from her chair and sits beside the bed, her arms reaching him. His body freezes as she pulls him in for an embrace, giving him a heartwarming hug, filled with the best of intentions.

"I'm sorry. Do your best for them."
Something within him snaps. The emotions he's been holding back, the thoughts he's been fighting away. His facade breaks, tears rolling down his eyes. Her hugs her back, crying like he never has. It hurts so much. I love my dad and mom so much. I want them back. I want to tell them how much I care for them. How much I love them. I want to hold them again. She patiently waits, letting him cry it out. It takes a while, but sure enough, still sobbing, he pulls back from the hug, wiping at his tears.

"I needed that I think. Thank you"
"You needed it. It's okay. I hope it helps you feel better."
"Did it show?"
"You often look sad whenever you eat."

Oh. I couldn't hide my feelings. Maybe that's not a bad thing. 
If anything, I'm glad she picked up on it. I feel yet another weight off my shoulders.
He takes deep breaths, calming himself down.
Okay. I'm okay.

"Can I ask you to promise me something?"
"What is it?"
"You told me you were going to fight that man coming for you. Can you promise me you'll come back alive."

He looks away. He is a man of his word. He lives by it. He has never broken a promise before and vowed to himself he wouldn't break a promise. He thinks for a moment.

"I promise you I'll slay that man."
"Okay. Thank you."
She seems satisfied with his promise.
I cannot promise I'll come back alive. For all I know, I could die to my wounds.
But if I can at least take down the assassin, then I'll reach the checkpoint. A massive progress, a step forward for humanity. For now that's what he needs to do. Kill that man at all costs.

"Do you need more water?"
"Oh, I'm good don't worry. If I need anything I'll ask you."
"After this, will you stay around?"

He nods, pensive.
"I have nowhere else to turn to. You guys have been nothing but good with me. I'll stick around for a while."
"Good."

Another moment of silence. He use to feel uncomfortable and awkward whenever silence settled in. But it doesn't bother him as much anymore. She's comfortable to be around of, whether they're talking or not.

"Can I ask more questions?"
"Yeah, ask away."

For the rest of the day. She'd inquire about a lot of topics. About himself, about his family, his world, what he likes, what he's into, his talents, his past. They'd laugh, make fun of each other.
I expected to spend my day alone here, stressing myself over tomorrow. But before I even knew it, the day flew by. Both of their attention lingers to the window, pink-ish rays now weakly piercing through the window, the room changing of colour. 

"I'll let you sleep. Tomorrow's your big day. I need you to come back."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll take a good night's sleep."

She smiles, satisfied. She looks happy. Seeing her expression makes him feel content.
"Rest well, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." 

Before leaving, she'd take the time to grab his empty plate of food, bringing it with her, closing the door behind. His heart blooming, a little flustered, he lays back now.
I've never had a girl give me this much attention and look at me this way. Makes me feel special.
If I live. If I make it through tomorrow. Then maybe I'll ask Trevor for his blessings. If he got the wrong idea, that's fine, he'll apology. But it would very much make him happy.