"Alright you dumb door!" Backing away you took a big breath "You better take me to the surface-" You declared, pushing it open with both hands "Or im gonna pulverize you!" Before jumping inside the room hoping that this time it hadn't regurgitated y...
The next time you woke up, you were hit with a terrible headache. It was as if Marcille had decided to cast an explosion spell right next to your ear. Everything was ringing and the world was spinning, it was almost hard to even focus or notice that you were lying on a bed. And then there was your throat. Your throat was extremely dry and parched, it was as if you hadn't drunk water in a whole year. You almost, almost had to cough every time you breathed.
"Ouch. . .my head. . ." you mumbled sitting up, in your dazed state you noticed a purple blanket sliding off of you and into your lap "A blanket?" you picked up the colorful fabric before hearing a soft gasp next to you. Turning around, your half-opened eyes landed on another golden pair.
Laios was sitting on a wooden chair next to your bed, his arms crossed over his chest as he appeared to be snoozing until a moment ago. He expression shifted into one of pure astonishment. You blinked and he followed your example, the little wheels inside your empty brain began to slowly turn as you tried to figure out if you were dreaming or not. “Cap?”
A second later you felt the air being knocked out of your lungs as two strong arms wrapped you in a hug, one hand resting on the back of your head, bringing it against the blond's chest. "You are fine" his voice hit your ears as you tried to see your captain's expression in vain as he had a strong grip on you "I'm so. . .happy, really. So, SO glad" despite this you could feel his arms shaking slightly as if he was cold.
"I–" everything was still a blur to you and you struggled to recall what exactly was happening now or what had happened before. But still you hugged him back, reassured at the sight of your captain safe and sound and happy that all of this wasn't a dream. He squeezed you a bit more before releasing his strong grip from around your body and leaning back, keeping his hands on your shoulders.
His golden eyes softened again at the confirmation that you were alive, like a small reassurance that he wasn't imagining the whole thing. "What's all this racket?" The half-foot then emerged from the entrance of the room, grumbling to himself as he raised a glass of wine to his lips. The liquor was almost instantly spat onto the floor as his brown eyes fell on you.
