Sunrise
Episode 7 of Consciousness in the Dark

Crick... Crick... Crick... The sound of a rocking chair, swaying.

The woman who had a beautiful face was sitting there embroidering the clothes. This is the third embroidery of 2 days the person who slept in his bed has not yet awakened. She prepared to wear the man when she regained consciousness.

Actually he's got men's clothes in the barn. The clothes belonged to his deceased father, and there were also other people's clothes. But both of those things do not want to be given. That's why he makes embroidery. Embroidery from wool material results from skinning own sheep. She was an only child, her parents were gone. His relatives went nowhere.

Dean's been given potions, both in the chest and in the legs. Bullets lodged in the two areas as well, before the medicine was issued. The woman picked her own plants at home, the rest searched the surroundings. For first aid, he wears the material he has on hand. Next, look around. The results of the passages are all pounded into one and then on the line. It will be time to replace. He also treated wounds from yesterday that were scratched by a thicket. Not spared who hit the cliff slope. Even though he didn't know what the wound was because of, he treated it. The most important thing is a shot in the chest, it's fatal! Fortunately, the wound was not lodged in the heart.

Every now and then the woman looked at the bed, did the man move? Then continue to embroider again. Ever since the man slept in his bed, he slept on the long sofa in the living room. Her bedroom door was always left open so she could hear if there was a sound from inside her room. Last night, probably very tired, after replacing the potion, he fell asleep next to the foreign body.

Actually far from his knowledge, the person he was treating had already regained consciousness several hours after he gave his first treatment. Dean could not open his eyes. Even moving the body cannot. I can only hear.

So he knew when the woman touched his body treating his wounds. Sometimes he heard the woman humming. One can explain, surely humming is sitting in a rocking chair. From the sound of the chair. The others, don't know where. Surely, the distance of the woman was close around him. In addition, sometimes he also heard the woman cussing at him.

Last night of course he also knew the woman was sleeping next to him. Through the heat that was pouring out touched the entire surface of his skin, and the little snores he heard were adorable.

The smell of the woman's body was very fragrant. Fragrant flower. He certainly did not know what flowers were fragrant. But because of that, on top of the unconsciousness of his virility passion appeared, what a jerk! Make him have to curse himself over and over again. Very self-destructive, and inappropriate!

I want him to open his eyes. See what his life-saving face looks like. If only last night he had realized. Surely also his dirty thoughts last night diperepisnya. He will soon turn his head to look at the face beside him. Next, will steal a kiss on the forehead. Yep! He was so grateful for what the woman did to him.

“La la... La la la..” The woman hummed.

Crick... Crick... Crick... Chair rocking, swaying.

“You are really very troublesome! Until when will you continue to fall asleep?”

“You are an army. Time, can't fight the thoughts and pain you're suffering?”

Yep! That woman must know she's a soldier. Clearly, he was found with a uniform attached to the body.

“What kind of army are you? Masa, don't have the will to rise?”

“I've treated all the wounds on your body. Even the most fatal! My medicine must be so powerful! You should have realized today."

"Argh, you're so troublesome!”

The drap! Sound of feet standing.

Slashwas... Slashwas... Slashwas... The sound of rags being raked.

Taps! Taps! Taps! The sound of footsteps.

The nagging man approached, scattering the cloth over his chest. This was the third time he had felt this. Don't know what... Sure, he just listened... 'Suitable', and 'Mm... Pas!”

“Ha...,” sigh the woman.

“There's more I have to work for. Actually I'm lazy. But considering later you realize it's impossible to do. Yeah, already. Wait here. I'll be back 2 hours.”

Taps! Taps! Taps! The sound of footsteps leaving.

Dean glared. What is he going to do? Oh, my God, 2 hours is so long. Can't that woman just be here? If it is troublesome, let it be later when he wakes up he only does the work. What matters is that the woman is here with him.

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The island the woman lives on is called Elvaros Island. The island around the island of Tartan where Dean works. It's a small island. Although small, the island has a forest that is certainly adapted to the capacity of the island.

(Image is just an illustration)

The woman walked in the middle of the forest carrying an axe and rope. He wanted to cut down a tree that was not large in size, but the strength of that tree had to be very strong. He wants to make a walking stick. Of course, the man realized he could not walk. Because it can't make a stick.

He stopped looking at the surrounding trees. It felt that the tree that was on the right side not far from where it stood was very suitable. Near him, put the rope on the ground, immediately he took a position. He waved both hands at the body of the tree not far from the roots.

SIR! SIR! SIR!

To strengthen the chopping, of course he had to hold the ax using both hands.

SIR! SIR! SIR!

Keep swinging it until the tree changes from its sturdiness to tilting. After tilting, he pushed his legs to fall. The woman was already used to the activities that men used to do. Understand, stay alone. If not him, who else? After all, from childhood he lived on this island. So, I got used to the environment.

SIR! SIR! SIR!

Before he came home, he looked for plants first. He was so angry that the man was unconscious. It seems he must exert all his abilities. The wild leaves that grow in the forest. After that, he left.

He was behind the house, throwing a grill on his back. Until the wood fell to the ground, it made a noise.

BRACKET!

Dean heard the voice. He again sharpened his hearing. The woman has gone home? Didn't you say 2 hours? Here, it doesn't feel like it's up.

Clack! The sound of the door opening.

Taps! Taps! Taps! The sound of feet entering the house.

Clack! The door again.

Crackling... Crackling... Noise in a room

Clack! The door was closed again.

Taps! Taps! Taps! The sound of feet moving away.

A few minutes later...

SIR! SIR! SIR!

What is that sound?

SIR! SIR! SIR!

Dean kept sharpening his hearing. Is that the sound of splitting wood? Wait a minute, did that woman cut down a tree to make a stick for her? Yeah, God...

NAH! NAH! NAH!

What is that sound?

NAH! NAH! NAH!

Is that the sound of people nailing? Oh... God, what that woman was fighting.

“La la... La la la..”.

The woman hummed along with her busyness. Dean just listened, and kept guessing between the melodious chants that also filled his ears.

Up next...

Taps! Taps! Taps! The sound of feet entering the house.

Sress... Sress... Sress... The sound of water.

Prangs... Prangs... Prangs... Sound of glassware.

Bugs! Bugs! Bugs! Stacking sounds.

Yep! Dean knew, it was the sound of the medicine he felt in the groove into his body. He also guessed the woman must be an herbal medicine expert. Otherwise, it would be impossible to take care of the seriously injured by himself, right?

Taps! Taps! Taps! The sound of feet approaching.

Prangs! A split sound that seemed to be placed on the nightstand.

“This time you must be aware! How long will you sleep in my bed? Huh uh?!"

Slashwas... The sound of a blanket pulled on his feet up to the top of the hoe.

After giving the new herb in the chest, the woman turns to the legs.

“If you're not aware too, I hope you die! Let's not keep bothering me!"

Dean knows, the woman's another in the mouth another in the heart. Otherwise, it would be impossible to continue to care for him so painstakingly, right?