I sit up in bed, holding on to my stomach as cramp after cramp hits me. The herb is taking it's time to kick in, and I sigh, feeling both hopeless, and tired.
I have no idea what's going on with Death or if he's still in existence. But if he wasn't, I wouldn't be here either.
Is that how it works? I'm not too sure since I've never done this before.
Getting under the covers, the door opens, and Quill is there, panting as if he'd run all the way here instead of just walking.
"You're back!" I said, surprised.
"It's afternoon, love." he replies, and I sit up then. Has time really passed that quickly?
"Of course." I say, patting the spot next to me.
"Are you ill?" Quill asks, as he places his warm palm on my forehead. My headache subsides, and I nod.
"It's just...one of those days." I say, and Quill's face of confusion deepens.
"What does that mean?" he asks.
