Makksi-

Lucca left moments prior and I still rest upon my mattress even now. I had never felt so exhausted in my entire life. Images of our past deeds flutter through my mind and I can’t help but feel a smile grow across my face.

I stare out the window at the sky, the clouds lazily passing and the breeze lightly brushing its fingers through the trees. The sky is quite a beautiful azure and birds glide amongst updrafts without care.

However, I suddenly find myself being pushed in an awkward direction. Something presses against my leg painfully, and I am unable to move from my current position.

It takes me a few moments to blink away the dizziness and haze from my eyes, for my vision to return singular, the constant ring within my ears disorienting. When I finally am able to take in my surroundings, I find myself within a landscape most unknown.

I had never seen such chaos, such disarray. I cannot seem to make out where I am quite exactly, save for a vaguely familiar pillow, covered in dust and pressed beneath a beam of wood and sheet of plaster.

I lay there catching my breath for a moment, although my breathing feels somewhat strained and difficult to intake. I attempt to turn around but something presses against my back and my leg screams in protest which prevents me from knowing its object.

A commotion calls from across the way, towards the direction of one of the walls. I look over towards the sound and, I recognize the door, as a clamor resounds from behind. Twice, thrice, and a figure bursts through.

They trip upon the floor and fall to their hands and knees. I can tell from here that they’re shaking uncontrollably. I can’t imagine why.

“Makksi?” The figure pleads, and I find the word familiar. This takes me a few moments to recollect that said word is my name. I attempt to speak and yet nothing comes forth from my voice.

I assume that wasn’t entirely required as in my attempt to, still, move from whatever holds me hostage beneath; the figure turns towards me and climbs over objects until they’re right before me.

This- I know this person.

“Makksi? Are you okay?” The person before me asks. They place their hand on my cheek and lightly rub their thumb along my jawline and I find myself in somewhat discomfort. Pain blooms across my jaw from the mere touch.

“Makksi, you- you’re going to be okay,” He says while standing back up from his kneel.

I assume he attempted to move something from above me since a searing white pain erupts from my leg seconds later, eliciting a loud cry from me.

He kneels before me again and plants a light peck upon my forehead, “This’ll just take a moment, Makksi. Bear with me okay?”

I nod and he stands back up then proceeds to move what pins me down once again, with ease. I cry out in pain for a moment until suddenly the pressure is lifted near immediately.

“Shit, Makksi, this is-” He pauses and I find myself becoming quickly light-headed before he yells out towards someone who I assume is near behind him, “Dude! Get someone that-”

I can’t focus on what he’s saying anymore. My mind becomes muddled and slows. Soundless images move before me as pressure is applied somewhere.

“-ksi”

My eyes flutter open and attempt to focus on the figure before me. It’s the man again and his face is contorted in an expression of, what my mind tells me, is worry.

“going to- okay- with me-”