"Do they hurt..." The voice whispered behind Nolan's ear, resonating through the dimly lit room where two figures lay covered under a heavy mattress.
A cozy warmth radiated through the space, its source none other than one of the figures gently flickering with blue flames.
Nolan looked down at Luna, whose fingers slowly trailed beside some of the wounds on his body.
He shook his head.
"They don't hurt much..." he began, but suddenly winced as a stinging pain surged through him, its source none other than from Luna dipping her fingers too close to the wound on his chest.
"You lie..." She whispered, her gaze soft but knowing. Nolan rolled his eyes but chose to remain silent, shifting back to sleep.
Yet, he quickly snapped his eyes open again when he felt Luna press her hand firmly against his chest.
