he could feel hands upon him, but his mind was not registering whomever it was behind the touch. he could barely remember what happened a few hours ago. or was it a few minutes ago?
❝ — where am i? what happened? ❞
“ I don’t know. I smelled blood… but not much is fresh now. ”
Her hands might be tender, but her manner is blunt and unhelpful. She really needs to work on that.
