Quill's breathing is back to normal when I open my eyes.
He continues on, his coloring back to normal, his body going back to how it used to be. I sat up from the bed, trying to let go of his hand.
Quill didn't let go though, clinging on to me. In fact, his grip tightened, and I winced as my ring rubbed against my fingers.
After some prying though, I managed to slip from his grasp, shaking the blood flow back into my hand.
I headed to the restroom and used it, washing my hands. My face startled me though, and I winced. My eyes looked red as if I was crying in my sleep, my hair in shambles and tangles. My skin had red marks, and bruises, as if I'd fist fought someone.
And the skin on my arms was patchy, making it seem like I was running through a field of fire or something.
