Herobrine woke up. He didn't expect to wake up this soon. Weakness still filled his limbs with lead. Everything still hurt, so not enough time had passed to allow his body to heal. His left arm bothered him most of all. A distant, pulling ache throbbed there, even though Herobrine knew it was gone.
He flinched at the unexpected touch of a hand coming to rest against his forehead, his heart speeding up its beat. He was still entirely helpless. Those humans... Did they come back and find him?
His body refusing to respond to his will, desperately trying to escape, to fight, it took another moment for his dazed mind to process that he was no longer there, trapped in the wreckage. The touch of this hand was gentle, not meant to hurt him.
Who?...
"... It's all right now. It's all right. You are safe."
Herobrine recognized Steve's voice, soothing. A flash of surprise coursed through him briefly, but his eyes would not open. Still, the tension let go a bit.
His awareness fading once more, he tried to hold on. Why was he with Steve? He wasn't safe here. He wasn't! Even if Steve seemed a friendly type of person from what he had seen so far, he was still human, and that meant that he could not trust him. He shouldn't be here. Why was he...
Despite his internal protests, Herobrine slipped once again into blackness.
Steve frowned at the man, who fell unconscious again. The muscles, corded and shaking, relaxed. Steve, tensed himself, let out a breath of relief. His worry at what his twin's reaction might be at finding himself here would be delayed for some time, yet.
A yawn broke across Steve's face. Its been several hours since he had treated Herobrine and settled on a chair nearby to keep watch over him, afraid the man might die in his sleep. Watching Herobrine continue to breathe reassured that it would not happen.
Now, Steve was almost certain that the man would not die. He could see Herobrine's lesser wounds recovering, pulling closed, although very slowly. The scratches on his neck and face had already faded into faint scars. The bleeding stopped seeping through the bandages. Steve could probably leave him alone and rest for a few hours remaining before dawn?
Steve nodded, feeling exhaustion settle over him. His eyes were heavy and image of his own bed grew invitingly tempting. Herobrine would be fine, if he didn't die, yet.
Casting the unconscious man a tired look, Steve got up. He would come and check on him in the morning, before he would go to town and get more supplies and healing portions.
Turning away, Steve shuffled to his own room. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was deeply asleep.
Outside, the Endermen guards continued to stand watch, occasionally replacing each other as their attention wandered. Their master was safe here. They were almost sure of that.