Life [Part 3]

Shann wakes up with a groan. Every joint of his body aches and his chest, though patched up crudely with a piece of ragged cloth, throbs excruciatingly. Something cold tickles his face and that's when he realises something is off. He snaps open his eyes and sees a chalky, curious face staring down at him. He bounces up reflexively, causing Elis to flinch and withdraw his hand. Shann squints at the creature and then scans the room, the very same one he has fainted in. Elis has dragged him to the mattress and removed the bayonet from his chest. His shirt has been ripped open and his wound is now fully covered. Elis has wrapped it with a piece of cloth torn from the curtains. His blood has left traces on the floor and besmirches the sheets. He can see some around the corner of Elis's lips, which he still indulges in licking.