The fact that his mind was drawing nothing but blanks as he tried to recall the series of events that led up to him bleeding out on her couch only added to his growing frustration. When she turned the question back at him, his face contorted a bit from the pain combined with the fogginess of his mind. Everything still felt out of place for him, like he was now a stranger in the world of the living. A soul that was no longer supposed to be there, but by some luck of fate he was still alive and breathing; barely, but still breathing. “I can’t recall anything, but darkness. I dreamt I was at some place and it felt like home. Then when I woke up I was here on your couch in pain. Fuck,” Geun sighed, a hand painted with dried blood lifted to rub at his eyes before slowly starting the task of moving into sitting position.
Geun waited a few minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out before picking up the previously offered cup of whatever she had concocted for him to drink. “You are sure you’re not a witch or something? You must have some magical powers with how well you’re able to treat my wounds, even the internal ones. Though, with as nasty as some of these brews you make are, one would think you do it on purpose to keep me from getting back in these situations.” He snorted, even with the taste not being to his liking he had already become aware of how well her elixirs worked and made sure to drink every last drop.
“You wouldn’t hold back information from me that could possibly be vital to piecing together this mystery, correct?” The blond asked some time later after setting the mug down, not trying to accuse her of anything, but also didn’t want her to assume she’d be protecting him but withholding any information. “Even if it’s something that seems insignificant to you could be a piece to the puzzle.” He paused letting his words hang in the silence between them to give her some time to weigh them over. He wasn’t trying to add pressure, but the fact of the matter was someone tried to and almost succeeded at killing him. He needed to gather every bit of information he could to see if it was who he suspected or if a new enemy was after him.
Letting out a loud groan, Geun forced himself to stand up from the couch and after swaying several times managed to not fall. Now it was a process of getting from the couch to the wall so he could use it as a leverage to keep steady. Grunts and curse words fell from his mouth in cadence with the dragging of his feet. Once his hand rested upon the cold wall, the other tightly clutching his own waist, the stubborn blond began to shuffle his way towards her bathroom. After several minutes of the weak shuffling, the blond felt the anger surge within him once more and he eventually just let his hand hover near the wall, but refused the assistance out of pride.
