Bunny

Zach's POV.

On regaining consciousness, I first processed the little bunny hopping over, and then the God left behind frustrated and fuming. I could the difficulty when she tried to sit down without putting too much body weight on her sprained ankle which had swollen up to the size of a baseball.

Finally settling in with one leg stretched and the other folded, she took hold of my hand in her small ones. With willful concentration she checked my pulse, evidently losing count twice or thrice.

Completing the examination with a triumph smile her hands reached up to my neck, obviously not in its best state when her childlike face morphed with concern.

I obliged to turn my neck to the side when she motioned me to do so and was yelled into stopping when I winced. I snuffled my chuckles while she decided whether to ask me to turn it back or just let it remain the same, facing away.

Taking pity, I turned my face back to her keeping the pain from revealing through my expression. No longer wanti