“Are you awake, Aoba-san?” Had he fallen asleep? Where was he? A car..? Something touched his wing and he flinched in response. “Do try to keep still. Aoba-san’s wings shouldn’t be all torn up.”
That voice... Virus? His head was resting in Virus’ lap, the bespectacled blonde leaning over him with what looked like gauze in his hand.
Oh. That’s right. Morphine. Trip and Virus had their goons beat Aoba up. He remembered a stabbing pain as one of his wings was pulled on.
“Go on and sleep, Aoba-san. We’ll wake you when we get there.”
Get there? Get where? Where were they going? … It didn’t matter. He was too tired to worry about it anymore. His eyes drooped closed slowly again.