Angels...

You know those cliche 'waking up from being knocked out' scenes on TV and in movies? You know, the ones where the guy opens his eyes and everything is all hazy and black around the edges? They're surprisingly accurate. I heard myself groan as i stared through fog at white and something spinning.

"Are you awake!?" A girl's voice, but in water? No, my ears must have been messed up or something. I really hoped i wasn't bleeding from my ears. That would be very, very bad.
Who was it? Was i in the hospital and this was my nurse? Was i dead, and this was an angel about to welcome me to my afterlife? No, i know this voice...

"sha..na...," i slurred.

"Oh, my God!! Are you alright!? I thought you were in a coma or something!! You...you really scared me..." Something solid hit my chest, but much more gently than that asshole's boot. Something round and...hairy? I looked down. Shana had laid her head and arms on my chest. She looked like she was crying. I put my hand on her hair and stroked it softly. It hurt to move, since i had taken a fair amount of that slam on the shoulders, but it was worth it.

"i guess....i lost, then." I smirked, but inside, i was disappointed in myself. Just because i don't fight much doesn't mean i don't stay ready in case i have to. I lost to some asshole bouncer in a fake bar. In front of Shana. I would never let myself live this down.

No. I would. I must have still had some adrenaline in my system or something. It looked like Shana was just happy i was ok. That was enough for her, so my pride could wait.

Goddammit, i hate that bouncer so fucking much!