(ooc: For your sweet Maiden to reply to, my darlin’ Angel T. ^^ Since this is the more grouchy browser.)
A soft groan was uttered from deep within Harper’s throat as he struggled to open his pale blue eyes. Or better yet, the one that didn’t feel like it was swollen shut and hurt like the fires of Hell. He could feel the hard ground underneath him, save for what felt like the soft, warm, loving lap and arms of a beautiful angel that cradled him from the shoulders up. And he knew right then and there that whoever the Hell invaded Pleasant Valley had knocked him out cold.
A few more split seconds have passed as the good doctor’s senses came back little and little. The area around his swollen eye started to sting and smart and grew hot, which he was pretty sure came from a broken cheekbone and eye socket. And there was some warm and sticky liquid coming out from under his nose which could have only been blood.
And just like that blood, soft flickers of memories came trickling back as well….The horrified scream that seemed to have ripped out right out from Brittany’s vocal cords that could have woken the dead…Lester and Rufus running to her side and confronting the intruders….The yelling and fighting that sent Harper, Huck, and Crow running to help….The filthy bastard that slammed his fist into the doctor’s eye socket and nose…
All those thoughts made Harper grimace as he slowly opened his eyes to gaze up at his breathtakingly beautiful and slightly tearful bride, Mary, looking down upon him. Looking as stunning and sensual as the day he married her, the Southern gentleman wanted to reach up and wipe her tears away with a heavy arm, but instead settled for taking her elegant and gentle hand into his surprising strong yet gentle own.
“Mary, mah bride, what happened?” Harper asked softly in a voice he almost didn’t recognize to be his own.