Wolf of the King 15 FINALE

Chapter 15: Awakening

Denmark groaned, forcing his eyes open but cringing at the bright lights shining down on him. His throat was dry and his vision blurry. He pulled the mask off his face and coughed as the heavy scent of cleaning products hit his nose. The man tried to sit up as he unhooked the machines from his body, but found his joints and muscles stiff and unwilling. He didn’t remember anything but Scotland and a fight, and his mother laughing at him when she appeared to him. Remembering the sword piercing him his hand flew to his side, his fingers running over the new scar from the fast healed wound.

“H-hvad der skete?” (W-what happened?)

Leiul froze when she heard Denmark’s voice. Dropping the book she had been carrying she ran back to the infirmary, gasping when she saw the man struggling out of the bed. He was unsteady on his feet as he held onto the bed for support. Leiul cried out and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around as he fell back onto the bed. Denmark let out a yelp, then had to stifle a groan as he looked down at her, tensing as he noticed her sobs. The man carefully sat up and pulled her close.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

The woman smiled up at him, tears streaming down her face. “You’re awake! I’m so glad you’re finally awake!”

“Ah… How long was I out?”

“Almost a month,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I was so worried about you!”

“What happened to Scotland?”

“England took him home.”

The man nodded slowly, shivering as the cold finally hit him. The infirmary was freezing, and being naked and uncovered didn’t help. Leiul climbed off his lap and helped him out of the bed. He leaned against her as she helped him to their bathroom. She helped him into a warm shower before going to find him some clothes. Denmark sighed as he slowly started to bathe, the warm watering relaxing his muscles. He listened to Leiul hum as she returned with some stuff.

“Dinner’s on the table.”

“Ja!” he climbed out and let her dry him before he dressed. She led him out to the kitchen, making him realize she hadn’t expected him to wake up with there being only one plate on the table. After some insistence on him taking it, he happily dug in while she cooked more. He watched her carefully, trying to figure out why she seemed to be acting odd.

“Did something happen while I was out?”

“Oh no I was just worried.” She smiled gently. “I’m really glad you’re awake.”

The man nodded slowly as she sat next to him to eat. Leiul ate quickly, then set to cleaning the kitchen. Denmark sighed and watched her until she walked back over. She smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. He protested as she tugged him down the hall to their bedroom. Once there she pulled him onto the bed and made him lay down with her. He smiled slightly as she pressed close to him, his mother’s laughter suddenly filling his head again.

“You must’ve been really worried.”

“Ja… And I wasn’t the only one. Norway stayed here the first two weeks before he had to leave.”

“Norway?”

“Ja, he was pretty worried about you. And he kept saying something about ‘Scandia’?”

“Ah…”

Leiul buried her face in her lover’s chest, breathing in his familiar scent. He ran his fingers through her hair as he wrapped his other arm around her. Denmark shivered as her breath dusted his skin. The woman smiled and kissed his heart.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again ok?”

“Hey it’s not my fault.”

“Still!”

The man chuckled and let her drift off in his arms. He held her close as she slept, not wanting to let her go. Finally, he drifted off with her.