Chapter 48: Bedside Banter
"You were not dying." Lysander replied to Orion dryly.
"You sure about that?" Orion asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Cause it sure feels like I just came back from the dead."
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to send you straight to the underworld." Lysander told him with a glare.
Orion mimed zipping up his lips and slumped on the cot, the lantern's flicker dancing across his pale face, as he fought the pounding in his head from Lysander's lecture. The best thing he could do now was to escape.
He swung his legs over the side, grimacing as pain shot through him, but he pushed through and muttered, "I'm out of here."
Lysander's glare hit him like a brick wall, sharp and unyielding, pinning him mid-motion.
Orion froze, his pride deflating, and dropped back onto the cot, pretending to fuss with the linen. "Just checking if these sheets are clean," he grumbled, smoothing them with exaggerated care, his face a mask of forced nonchalance.
