Easing himself out of the shower once he was finished, Kal gingerly tended his wounds.
It tingled a bit at first, but it was a good feeling that felt as though it was working right away on making the skin repair itself.
So, what about a big manly scar?
He desperately wanted to be with Lois - to hug her, to kiss her, to make love to her. But he simply wasn't able to keep his eyes open any longer.
/shakes head sadly/
He couldn't summon the strength to call to her, though she was only just down the hall in the living room.
Bad Lois. She really needs to talk to Catira.
Fasa jumped up onto the bed, and attempted to climb onto Kal's chest.
Or Fasa.
"Lois?" he called out.
His frown deepened when he received no response.
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