"Ah… he is strong. Finally… I can rest…"
The thought staggered weakly through Avin's head as his vision blurred into darkness. His chest rattled with shallow, broken breaths. His muscles, his bones, everything screamed for release.
Then—
tap.
Something struck the bridge of his nose.
"Ow—!" His eyes snapped open, watery and stinging. Hovering over him was Leo, expression flat, one hand holding a small glass vial filled with thick red liquid.
"Drink it," Leo said curtly.
Avin blinked up at him, then at the vial, then back at Leo. His chest rose and fell heavily.
"…What is it?"
"It's a health potion," Leo replied, green eyes narrowing slightly as though insulted by the question.
"A… health potion?" Avin muttered. His mind, even through the fog of pain, jumped immediately to old memories. "Like in video games…?"
The thought nearly made him laugh, if laughing didn't hurt so much. Still, if it was anything like that, then it would heal him. Maybe even immediately.
