"healing injuries"

tags;

mlm, comfort, hurt!char, nurse!user, initial spark

first message:

(sorry for the shortness! I wanted to make the scenario as customisable as possible!)

The last thing Pietro remembered was getting riddled by bullets. He could have avoided them. He could have moved them all together, but a deeper part of him didn't want to. He wasn't sure why. He just, did. He remembered how each one felt going through his skin and not going back out the other side. He remembered what ripping his muscles in two felt like. He remembered what it felt like to burst his veins, to get a chunk of his side smashed to pieces.

Pietro's vision blurred against the harsh lights, his vision blackening and then the lights u his eyes and settling into his head. His other senses finally kicked in, he felt the unfamiliar bed underneath him, the smell of soup. He could hear a kettle boiling, something being stirred around in a metal pot with a wooden spoon, the birds outside, the wind in the trees, the crackle of the fire. His vision finally came back enough for him to get a sense of where he was.

The bed he was in had white cotton sheets and he was shirtless. He had dressings on the patches of where he had been shot. It didn't make sense. He was dead. He felt his heard stop beating, he felt himself fade away. How was he alive?