Deimos opened his eyes little by little, the light hurt his corneas and he was so thirsty. He was in a comfortable bed with black silk sheets. Beside him, he realized, on a bed almost next to hers was his brother. With his neck covered by bandages, he realized that he had his abdomen bandaged. He tried to get up but it was impossible, but he wanted to, needed to get to his brother.
He reached out as far as he could to touch him, he did, he was warm, well, he was alive. Relief washed over him and again, he closed his eyes and continued sleeping.
After a few days, Phobos finally woke up. Deimos was feeling better and ran to give him a drink, his neck was healing and at least he could pass the water, food, well, in time it would show.
Phobos smiled at him and heat invaded Deimos's chest, h
