I woke up in a cold sweat, not remembering anything that had happened in the last 24 hours. I felt kind of scared that I didn't know where I was. All of a sudden I caught a whiff of a very familiar and comforting smell to me: maple leaves. Canada's scent.
I sat up with difficulty and scanned the room, there he was, staring off into the distance. When he realized I was awake he rushed to my bedside and held me tightly in his arms. I was so weak that the only thing I could do was hum contentedly into his chest, breathing in his scent. He held me there until I remembered why I was so weak and in so much pain.
"How long was I out for?" I asked quietly. He didn't even loosen his grip when he replied
"About 10 hours. You're in pretty bad shape." I didn't say anything after that, I just focused on how close I was to my brother and how much I enjoyed it. He made me feel warm and safe, I felt like nothing could hurt me when I was folded in Canada's strong but gentle arms. I eventually fell into a peaceful deep sleep despite all the events that had unfolded the day before.