It was always an unpleasant feeling, to stir on the ground in some contorted position. It was something Franz had nearly grown accustomed to.
Waking up in pain.
A new patch of dead forest freshly withered beneath him. Again… They’d been happening more often lately. Somewhere in his mind, he’d made the reckless decision to keep telling himself he’d be fine. That if he didn’t take note of his own injuries, they’d go away, just as they had before. The full-body glamour likely more important for his ease of mind than anyone else’s.
As quietly as he could, he pushed himself up from the ground and tried to brush off as much of the dirt and foliage sticking to his clothes as possible. “Hells….this needs to stop happening.â€
Unaware of if it had been minutes or bells since the last time he was conscious, Franz continued down the path until he arrived at the small cottage, his destination.
At least a bed awaited him there. After some food and rest, he could work to figure out what was wrong with himself now.
Waking up in pain.
A new patch of dead forest freshly withered beneath him. Again… They’d been happening more often lately. Somewhere in his mind, he’d made the reckless decision to keep telling himself he’d be fine. That if he didn’t take note of his own injuries, they’d go away, just as they had before. The full-body glamour likely more important for his ease of mind than anyone else’s.
As quietly as he could, he pushed himself up from the ground and tried to brush off as much of the dirt and foliage sticking to his clothes as possible. “Hells….this needs to stop happening.â€
Unaware of if it had been minutes or bells since the last time he was conscious, Franz continued down the path until he arrived at the small cottage, his destination.
At least a bed awaited him there. After some food and rest, he could work to figure out what was wrong with himself now.
