Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

How Long Was I Out?

*A81C7's POV*

I hear a light rustling around me, but I cannot open my eyes. I feel as if I am trying to dig my way out of my own grave, just attempting to wake up.

I can hear mutterings, quiet curses, and pacing.

That must be Archer. Today must have been a very long, confusing day for him. Especially when it ended in me teleporting, then passing out, leaving him with a perpetually silent and calm companion whom he also does not know at all.

I wonder how long I have been unconscious, and how much longer I will be. I hate being unconscious.

I honestly hate being unconscious, and in between consciousness and unconsciousness. It reminds me of New Age Labs.

I feel as if I am waking up, but it very difficult to be sure. Unconsciousness is very strange as well as unpredictable. I do not like it at all.

I would really just like to be awake so I can make sure Mor is alright, then help get us out of here. We need to disappear, make sure that those wolves do not find us.

I feel as if I can hear better now, and Archer seems to be trying to talk to Mor. That still will not work very well, in the state she is in I would expect her only to respond to me, even then minimally. The mind is complex.

I can hear Archer yelling at Mor, asking why she will not say anything, asking what is wrong with me. I do not hear any response.

I slowly open my eyes, seeing many trees above me. I still feel quite tired, but much better than before.

I sit up, and Archer is sitting next to Mor on a log. He has not yet seen me, still trying to speak to Mor. I decide to make my consciousness known to Archer. He should really stop talking to someone who will not respond.

“Hey, what are you doing Archie?” I question Archer. This seems to startle him, and he turns quickly to see me. When he sees that I am awake he simply stares at me, looking as if he has seen a ghost. Maybe he got too used to talking to a person who does not respond.

“So, how long was I unconscious?” I ask. He simply stares for a few more seconds before he finally responds.

“A day and a half. You were out for a day and a half” he says, still seemingly rattled by my presence and consciousness.

“That long?” I ask. That is much longer than usual. It is never more than a few hours, maybe four or five. I must have really exhausted myself. I am very very lucky that I did not die, teleporting behind Archer when he attacked probably made it even worse.

“What the hell? You just, like, broke me out. Then left. Then you show back up only to pass out? And what's wrong with your friend. How did we even get out? Where are we going? What-” Archer rapidly asks, before I quiet him with a hand over his mouth. I cannot answer him if he does not ever stop talking.

“I exhausted myself getting us out. Mor will be okay soon. You and Mor were heading towards our house, but we cannot stay there. They know where we live, they watched us there for weeks. We will grab some supplies and go, we need to disappear. Unless you would rather get captured again” I tell Archer. We should go, we have already wasted almost two days.

“Um, okay then” Archer replies. He seems to not know what to say, which is reasonable.

“Anything happen, I need every detail of what happened while I was out” I tell him. I have to make sure nothing happened, and that nothing went wrong with the thoughts.

“Well, you passed out. I brought us a little deeper into the woods, Mor didn't do a single thing. She wouldn't eat or drink or anythin, but she's been okay. Nothing else happened” Archer states.

Wait, Mor did not do a thing? She will not be okay for very long. Did she really already trust me that much, care for me that much? She must have, it is the only way that my manipulation of her thoughts would be so strong. I had no idea, I did not mean to do much to her, and I feel very bad. As soon as we stop moving, I will make sure she has all effects of the thought manipulation removed.

“Okay, let's go. We need to get to our house” I say, and we start walking. We are less than a mile away, and will be there soon. I get Mor to drink a little water as well, while Archer is curiously watching me. I do not want to explain to him. We can do that when we are not running and hiding for our lives.

Maybe, for once, things will go my way. Things in my life will turn out alright.