Authors note: this is the shortest one. They will get longer again now. Thanks for all your comments on the last few days, I will try to work out what was going on and expand it into a full story.
Chapter Twenty - Concussion
A Musketeer.
The world was spinning. It was odd how it spun when his eyes were still closed.
Someone was calling to him. Saying his name. Asking him to open his eyes.
He did not want to do that. But the voice was insistent.
A hand on his shoulder shook him slightly.
That hurt.
He wished they would stop.
They did not.
He realised they would stop if he opened his eyes.
Slowly he opened his eyes.
The room was dim. The owner of the voice had thought ahead, closed the shutters, shut out the light.
He was glad.
He still did not know who had told him to open his eyes. He guessed it did not matter, he knew he was in the garrison infirmary and therefore safe.
A hand cupped the back of his head gently, tilted him up slightly. A cup was pressed to his lips. He was told to drink. He did as he was told.
He was allowed to lie back. He was allowed to close his eyes. The voice told him to rest.
The world continued to spin.
The End.