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Larson slowly came to the realization that he was still alive. Mainly because being dead shouldn't ache so much. He was in a real bed with actual sheets, clean sheets too. That was strange. His left arm was bound pretty tightly, well that made sense. He was fairly sure that it had been broken during the fight. His chest was also bound, probably to cover those stab wounds and it hurt to breathe, cracked or broken ribs too.

After the physical inventory, he started to take stock of his surroundings. He was in a room with a big window facing the evening sun, filling the room with reddish light. There were people outside talking in quiet voices. He felt a presence in the room and slowly turned his head to the other side of the room. That hurt too. And there she was was, twirled into a chair just staring at him. Chandra in the red glow of the setting sun.

'”Hey tough guy, how you doing,” she smiled.

He smiled back. That hurt a little too but it was worth it.

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Larson slowly came to the realization that he was still alive. Mainly because being dead shouldn't ache so much. He was in a real bed with actual sheets, clean sheets too. That was strange. His left arm was bound pretty tightly, well that made sense. He was fairly sure that it had been broken during the fight. His chest was also bound, probably to cover those stab wounds and it hurt to breathe, cracked or broken ribs too.

After the physical inventory, he started to take stock of his surroundings. He was in a room with a big window facing the evening sun, filling the room with reddish light. There were people outside talking in quiet voices. He felt a presence in the room and slowly turned his head to the other side of the room. That hurt too. And there she was was, twirled into a chair just staring at him. Chandra in the red glow of the setting sun.

'”Hey tough guy, how you doing,” she smiled.

He smiled back. That hurt a little too but it was worth it.