November 20th
Two hours later, I was still lying beside my mate wide awake. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath and listened for every single heartbeat. Every now and then I would re-examine his wound to check if it was still healing- it always was. Slowly but surely. I know it's ridiculous of me to worry so much but I can't help it. Our personalities clash and we argue all the time but he is my mate and I love him all the same.
The first movement was a slight twitch of his right hand, then a groan and then his eyes slowly began to open.
"Leo?" I asked, stroking his hair. "Are you alive?"
"I don't know about you but last time I checked, dead people can't open their eyes," he replied weakly but with a smile.
"You scare me half to death by almost dying and the first thing you say when you wake up is sarcastic. Typical," I ranted.
"What the fuck happened?" He asked. "I nearly died?"