It was early morning when Avond felt a presence in his room. Something hovering over him that steered him from his deep, dreamless sleep.
When he finally opened his eyes, unable to bare the clutching sensation of dread, Avond saw a pair of gray eyes similar to his own.
Tiel.
Avond pushed himself up and was faced by a sight he could have guessed would happen. His own men, Simon and Handy forced to sit on the corner sofa of his hospital room. A gun pointed at them from under the arms of two other men he didn't recognize. Standing without moving a muscle.
Tiel, beside him, stood with an emotionless expression. Lazily, he sat on the side of his bed. "Big brother. Did I disturb your dreams?"
Avond shrugged. "Wasn't much of a dream. Just black." He admitted. Avond didn't mean to make it sound so nonchalant. He just felt then he didn't have the energy to give it anymore reaction. He was tired.
