Xaden very slowly regained consciousness and his eyes gently fluttered open.
He felt his entire body ache like hell.
It was as thing he had been stabbed a thousand times and left to be fed to a group of vultures.
He groaned and then suddenly his consciousness hit him and he recollected his surroundings.
Where the hell was he?
Why was he comfortable?
Why didn't he feel worse than he usually felt.
And then it finally hit him, his environment.
He looked around.
He was in his own bedroom.
How had he gotten here?
His mind was a bit hazy and blurry.
And slowly it started to come to him.
He got flashes of how he had staggered and then finally crashed down unable to move.
And then he had passed out.
So he had actually made it back home.
He took in a deep breath.
He tried to move in his bed and he felt his entire body on fire.
He still hadn't healed.
He gently sat up and looked at the bandages on his chest.
He was shirtless, but had loose breeches on.
