I listen to his slow intake of breath as he’s trying to regain control of himself. I wait patiently. Carefully running my fingers up and down his shaking arms.
“You smell different,” he sighs and lifts himself to gaze down at me. His eyes glimmer like one of Willa's gemstones in the sunlight. “The same, but different,” he adds and with a final sigh, he rolls off me, landing flat on his back, which makes him groan in pain.
“Alright, that’s it! You’re coming with me. Now!” I say getting up from the grass. He just stares up at me, with an amused twinkle in his eyes. “Come on!” I gesture for him to get up.
“Can’t. Too weak.”
“Really?” His answering smirk is all I need to know that he’s messing with me. At least half messing. I still know that he’s in pain. His wounds are not comp
