First, from under it appeared the head with tangled blond hair. Sleepy blue eyes quickly found the source of the noise, and as soon as she focused, the veil flew to the side, and she was already running towards him.
"Roger! Are you awake? Wait, don't move." - She said in a hurry, stopping at the bed and looking at him from head to toe. Her eyes were filled with worry. Some wicked part of Roger enjoyed it immensely!
" How are you?" - she asked, kneeling at the edge of the bed and gently touching the wounded shoulder. - "Does it still hurts?"
"No ..."-Roger said in a low, dying tone. In fact, he did not even have to pretend all that much. The voice was oddly hoarse, and his shoulder was devilishly aching. - "It's alright…"
