A cold sweat

"Falcor, look out!", Neco shouts as his friend turns towards him, then looks where he is pointing, just in time to have an arrow go through his helmet and out the other side, falling to the ground, a pool of blood forming around him. Roaring with rage, Neco jumps up, flapping his wings, slicing the archer that had shot his friend in two as he lands, then spins, causing several more humans to fall to his blade. Opening his mouth and emitting an ear-splitting roar, he aims at the humans, unleashing a torrent of flames from his maw, melding flash with armor. Grinning wickedly, he feels a sharp pain in his back and gut. Looking down, he finds himself staring at half of a sword, sticking out of his midsection. Dropping to his knees, a human walks up. Raising their blade for a horizontal strike, they swing, the blade tearing through the flesh of his neck...

Neco sits up, his chest heaving, beads of sweat dripping down his body, soaking the sheets and blankets he is laying on. Feeling hands on his arm, hje turns to see a woman, her face registering in his mind somewhere, but only one thing going through his head, 'A human, they killed him...', and his hand swiftly wrapping itself around her neck, lifting her off the floor. Clawing at his hands, a look of terror comes over the woman's face. Suddenly, Neco snaps out of his state and realizes what he's doing, 'I'm strangling the one who saved my life...' Opening his hand, she falls to the floor, gasping and coughing. Looking up at him, the woman says, "I'm... Sorry for... Surprising you... Like that..." He sighs and lifts her onto the bed, his back and sides twinging with pain, "I'm sorry for reacting like that. It's just...." She places a finger on his lips, "It's not my business to know." He nods as she slides to her feet on the floor. "Now, let's dry you off before you catch a fever and kill yourself with that sweat." He smiles a little, "Alright." Dragging up a chair, Neco gets a good look at her now. She is about 5'3", 5'4" and looks to be about 22 years old, maybe younger. She looks at him when she pulls the chair up to the bed. Getting a confused look on his face, she giggles again, saying, "I need you to get out of bed so I can replace the sheets and blankets. Ne nods with understand and removes the blankets over him, sliding onto the chair, her looking away to avoid looking at his naked body. HE smiles to himself, thinking, 'Well, at least she's modest, and not a slut like that tales I've heard of human females.' Handing his the sheets from the bed, he covers himself as she moves to get new ones.