Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter 19: Dazed and Confused

Asher: (Drearly) *Groggy Groan* Guhhhh... My fucking head...

[Asher's head hurts like hell, and is in a complete daze. His eyes are barely open, allowing him to scarcely see and take in his surroundings. All he is able to tell is that he's in some dark room. The only light source in it is to his left, out of view, giving off a calming orange flickering glow. He's lying down on something, but his head is in too much of a daze to tell what. All he can tell is that it's something soft. And somewhat warm... Despite his daze, his surroundings and general feeling of where he is seems... Familiar to him... After a few seconds, his vision and hearing begin to clear up. As they both slowly do, he hears something close to him.]

♫Faint Musical Dinging♫

[It's a musical tune, quietly playing from what appears to be a music box in front of him on a coffee table. It's playing a slow, peaceful, beautiful tune with some quiet dings and dongs. It sounds familiar... Very familiar...]

Asher: (Drearly) What... Uhhhh...

[He then feels something brush against his head. He then feels what he can guess to be a few fingers gently scratch his head, meaning that what's touching him is someone's hand. It is slow, and gentle in its movement. Being careful when touching Asher's head and brushing through his hair. Just by its movement, he can tell that the fingers are rather slender and soft.]

Asher: (Drearly) What even happened...?

???: Are you alright, darling?

[A delicate voice speaks to Asher, sounding relatively close to him. And by close, I mean directly above him. His eyes widen a bit upon hearing the voice. He instantly recognizes it. There isn't a single doubt in his mind... The voice belongs to Her. The room he's in, even in his daze, he recognizes it now. He's in his living room. To his left, his fireplace. The thing he is lying on, his sofa-]

Her: You fell and hit your head, dear. I was... I was worried...

[The woman brushes her hand against the side of Asher's head once again.]

Her: So I brought you upstairs so you may lie down and rest your head...

[Asher looks around at his surroundings a bit more. There are two reading chairs beside the fireplace with a night table next to each of them, a few bookshelves against the wooden wall, some windows that only shine in a bit of moonlight, and a TV with a tiny screen that is turned off at the moment. It is now Asher realizes that while he is lying on his sofa, only the lower part of his body is resting on the couch. His head, on the other hand, is resting on something else. Something a bit more lively... Asher is resting his head on the woman's lap, if you haven't guessed it yet. The woman places her right hand on Asher's right cheek and gently rubs it with her thumb. Her nails are painted a rich, deep pink color as her smooth, slender fingers caress his face.]

Her: Are you feeling any better yet, dear?

[She places her left hand on the top of Asher's head while keeping her right one on his cheek.]

Asher: (Drearly) I...

[Asher, even with his mind in a slight daze and his body feeling stiff, moves his right hand up to his head near the woman's left hand. He nudges his fingers against her causing her to raise her hand up slightly off of him. Asher slides his hand under hers and gently grabs onto it before pulling it back down to his head.]

Asher: (Drearly) Yes... Thank you...

[Asher's confused expression adjusts to a more comfortable one. He has a smile on his face, a small one, but it is a smile.]