Three days had passed before you awoke in the hospital. Several tubes and wires of various types had been stuck throughout your body, and you felt as though you’d been flattened by a steamroller. There were proper wrappings and gauze patches where your wounds had been. A cool rush of sterilized oxygen filled your lungs every time you took a breath, and you realized there was a mask on your face. Bleary-eyed and dizzy, your vision slowly focuses on the lioness sitting by your bedside, watching you intently. A joyous expression washes over Botan’s face, tears streaming down her eyes as she gets up to kiss your forehead. You could get used to this, you thought dimly. Botan had fought for you. Botan had fallen for you. And it occurred to you that you were just as smitten with her, though you didn’t have the strength to say it yet. Despite failing your mission, you were alive. Alive and in love.
All thanks to her.
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