He'd slept past sunrise. When Greed finally got out of bed nearly midday everything was stiff. All his muscles were locked together still shivering from the cold. He curled up under the covers, arms reaching out for an empty space. Suddenly, he jolted from that spot, his dreams broken the instant he realized Zoe was not there. His chest hurt from the rapid palpitations . Scrambling he looked all over the closet and under the covers. She'd vanished into air or she had left. It stung either way.
A few splashes of water was enough to wake him up and put on some fresh clothes. It didn't ease the headache or the tense muscles. He had never drug his feet like this. Downstairs he was met with lights which made his head pound harder. "Got any pain pills?" He slid into an empty bar stool. There was relief written on his face when he saw Zoe from a distance. She hadn't left, and he was in no position to give up now. He wanted to fix things but he had no way to navigate his feelings.