The sound of his name being called as if by an angel in the distance was all Anthony could hear as he tried to blink back the stars behind his eyes. It was the same voice that had haunted his nightmares as of late and he was sure for a good few seconds he was dreaming. Cold fingers pressed against his head trying to lift him onto something cushioned and the brunette flinched instinctually, blinking blue hues open. There she was was: staring down at him looking concerned. Something in his heart pinched momentarily at the sight.

I can hear you, he wanted to reply but his voice was caught. His lungs were tight from the impact of the fall and a dizziness in his head was making his motor skills less that optimally responsive. Eventually he managed to blink the worst of it aside and a hand came up to touch the back of his head. It came away sticky with blood. “Argh.” Well that certainly wasn’t going to do them any good. Blue eyes skittered back to the pretty blonde hoping he might be able to hide the extent of his injuries from her.

“Yes,” he replied, trying to sit up. “Yes, I’m… fine.” His voice was quiet, gentle even. “How are you?” he insisted instead. “What happened?”

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