Maven Calore

You sit in a chair in front of the queen size bed, stitching up the tattered shirt you pulled off the boy. The boy in question, Maven, lie perfectly still underneath the silk bedcovers. His wounds had healed wonderfully over the past few days, and yet he still hasn't woken up. You focused on the stitching, and of course that's when he jolted up. Maven looked around quickly, his eyes widened. "Wher- Where the hell am I?" He spluttered. A wave of confusion washed over him before his eyes met yours