I set it down beside me and sigh deeply. Looking around, Shepard is nowhere in sight. He must’ve left to give me some privacy. I pull the sheets down, surprised to see I’m wearing a large baggy shirt and old gym shorts that are also way too big for me.
He must have undressed me so I wasn’t wearing bloody clothes.
My skin crawls a little at the idea of Shepard undressing me while I was unconscious, but I brush it off. After all, I’m more glad to not be wearing blood stained clothes. My eyes move to my injured leg, and even more than with my arm, I’m surprised to see no sign of the cuts that had been there only about two days earlier. My fingers trace down where they had been, but there’s only smooth skin. No cuts, no scars. Magically healed, obviously, but I had no idea
