"What do you want?" I asked, looking at Eli in boredom.

"I came to make you feel better by telling you how shit you look," he said with a smile and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Teasing, princess. You were bleeding out in my arms, sue me for feeling slightly concerned."

"Well, I'm just groovy so you can go now," I said and waved my hand at him.

"I'm cool," he shrugged and took a seat at the chair beside the bed.

"Do I actually look like shit?" I asked and Eli raised an eyebrow at me.

"You died. Do you really want me to answer that question?"

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