Ch78. Blood, sweat, tears, and memories

Lauritz's POV

Everything Lauritz recalled from before passing out, was seeing Johan awake, standing up, feeling even stronger than he was six months ago.

Now... Everything was just darkness and numbing pain.

Why did he have to go through this?

Why did he even ran away from home, for starters?

'Oh, right... I didn't...'

In the midst of the darkness that surrounded the young Lauritz, images began popping up, like pictures in an old book.

Most of them weren't worth even looking, but one of them...

Lauritz took the picture in his small hands and observed it, his eyes filled with tears as the memory began gaining shape around him.

He was six when his father gave him that puppy.

A white and gray stray that he didn't care to know what breed it was from.

All Lauritz cared about was that the puppy was cute, fluffy, and played with him every now and then, when the kid had free time.