[Ayumu woke feeling much like he'd been hit by a truck, and then backed up over again. He rolled onto his side with a hiss, burying his face in his arms and hiding away from the headache inducing brightness of the sun. There's grass instead of the softness of his pillow or Hizumi's warmth under his cheek... This wasn't his bed. Where was--
Its about that moment everything that had happened all comes back in a rush. He inhales sharply, taking deep, shaky breathes as he absorbs that reality: He'd died. He'd died, but he's come back alive and breathing and, as a quiet assessment of his state proves, in one piece. At the very least, he wasn't bleeding out, choking for every breath around the blood that had filled his lungs.
It was equal parts relieving and disturbing, and he'd probably spend a few minutes more just struggling to compartmentalize that if his last memories weren't of Hizumi desperately pleading with him, terror on his face.
Shit.
He yanks his amulet out from beneath his shirt, noting the newness of it for the briefest of moments before he tries to open a connection to Hizumi. He could deal with his own feelings later.]
28th, morning
Its about that moment everything that had happened all comes back in a rush. He inhales sharply, taking deep, shaky breathes as he absorbs that reality: He'd died. He'd died, but he's come back alive and breathing and, as a quiet assessment of his state proves, in one piece. At the very least, he wasn't bleeding out, choking for every breath around the blood that had filled his lungs.
It was equal parts relieving and disturbing, and he'd probably spend a few minutes more just struggling to compartmentalize that if his last memories weren't of Hizumi desperately pleading with him, terror on his face.
Shit.
He yanks his amulet out from beneath his shirt, noting the newness of it for the briefest of moments before he tries to open a connection to Hizumi. He could deal with his own feelings later.]
Hizumi? Hizumi!