Recovery

I wake coated in sweat, feverish with a stabbing pain in my thigh, "ugh fuck!" I groan in pain as I open my eyes, I see a large green blurry figure next to me "easy runt just relax" Quinara says soothingly. I groan as my eyes refocus and I see her, "fuck it hurts" I say, she nods "yeah I'm afraid that's how it's gonna be for a while" she places her hand on my forehead "you're breaking the fever though which is good you're not burning up like you have been." Her words hit me hard, "wait how long have I been out?" I ask her, Quinara looks at me "bout a week. You did wake up a few times but you were delirious. You seem to be making more sense now though" she explains. "Oh gods what did I say?" I ask dreading the answer, Quinara puts me at ease "nothing embarrassing don't worry, you mostly just called out my name... Although you did call me mummy a couple of times." My face goes crimson "u-um I'm sorry" I stammer nervously but she shakes her head "relax runt it's fine there's worse things you could have said."

"How long have you been here?" I ask Quinara "she never left your side" I hear a voice as the older ratkin who patched me up enters the room. Entering through a doorway that had been broken a chunk of the wall having been taken through with it, it was clear something large that didn't fit had barged into the room. Looking back to Quinara and seeing how her head was touching the ceiling while she was kneeling next to me I can put together what had happened. The ratkin notices my wandering eyes, "you should see what she did to our front door. We've been having to take watches at night" she grumbles and I feel an immense amount of guilt, sure Quinara had been the one to damage their home but this never would have happened if I had just trusted her. "I-I'm sorry" I apologise to her, she waves away my concerns "it is what it is, she's promised to pay for the repairs anyway" she then lifts the covers and checks my injury "you're healing well, give it a few more days of rest and you should be good" she places the covers back over me. "Thank you Sylvie" Quinara says appreciatively, "yeah thank you" I add thanking her for stitching me up and saving my life. Sylvie gets up "I'll give you two some privacy" she says leaving us alone in the room.

Once alone I realise Sylvie wasn't the only person I should thank, and I also owed Quinara an apology too. "Hey thanks for carrying me out of there..." I scratch the back of my head "and I'm really sorry for not trusting you", I meet Quinara's gaze expecting the worst "no I'm sorry runt, I should have been more clear with you. I acted suspicious and I upset you" she says, "wait you aren't mad?" I ask her she shrugs "eh I was a little bit but your friend told me about how you ran into the bathhouse to save me and I think that might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Foolish, reckless and stupid yeah but it was sweet that you'd run into danger for me" she explains. I let out a sigh of relief that this wasn't going to become a bigger issue, I mean I had learnt my lesson.

I take a look under the covers at my stitched wound, "fuck that looks nasty" I observe, "yeah that's going to scar runt" Quinara explains. "Fuck that sucks" I groan not wanting such a large scar, "hey come on scars are sexy" Quinara reassures me, "says who?" I ask feeling a tad insecure, Quinara raises an eyebrow, "you did", I look at her puzzled "b-but I never" I stammer, Quinara shakes her head "ok who's the person you know who's got the most scars?" She asks me, "erm you" I say unsure of where she's going with this. Quinara then leans forward to whisper in my ear, giving me a great view down her top at her impressive cleavage "and who's the sexiest person you know?" She purrs into my ear, I feel the blood rushing from my head to elsewhere in my body "....Fair point" I concede to her.