Vyan's head was awkwardly perched on the bedside of the medical facility bed, and his back screamed in protest at the unnatural position.
Note to self, he thought groggily, these bedsides are not designed for human heads.
As he slowly stirred, a warm, fuzzy sensation crept through his drowsiness. Someone was running their fingers through his hair, and it felt surprisingly comforting, like a cat purring on a cold night.
He cracked one eye open and mumbled, "If this is a dream, it's the sweetest one yet."
He lifted his head slightly and found Iyana sitting beside him, her fingers gently weaving through his hair.
"Iyana?" Vyan's voice cracked with a mix of confusion and relief. "I was expecting you to knock me flat when you found me here, you know?"
