I had become a bit merciful to him and decided not to get him flying out of my house through the window. Instead, I was super nice, that in the middle of my exhaustion, I was still nice enough to carry him and let him sit on my couch.
I had decided to let him sleep for an hour, since I made him pass out, which technically was his fault why he passed out in the first place. But I was the one who stabbed him with the taser, anyway, so I decided to let him sleep for an hour, at least let the effect of the taser blend in inside his body.
But an hour later, I tried to wake him up, but he wouldn’t damn open his eyes. I had been waking him up, and shaking his body off of whatever beautiful dream he had been playing with inside his head, so that he didn’t respond to my voice waking him up, so I
