[From this distance, Lelouch's face is actually visible from under the sheets, eyes finally cracking open to regard the blond towering before him. Since apparently it's a matter that requires such attention, he pretty much gives up attempting to ignore it and decides he might as well push himself up, blankets carelessly slipping off bare skin as he does.
It takes a dazed moment for his brain to catch up, for his eyes to catch the injury at hand (hah) in the low, hazy light of pre-dawn, mixed with the distant, warm glow that often shrouds the capitol during its darker hours. When it registers, however, the haziness on his face is gone in an instant, replaced instead with sudden concern, one of his own hands reaching outward at once, in askance.]
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It takes a dazed moment for his brain to catch up, for his eyes to catch the injury at hand (hah) in the low, hazy light of pre-dawn, mixed with the distant, warm glow that often shrouds the capitol during its darker hours. When it registers, however, the haziness on his face is gone in an instant, replaced instead with sudden concern, one of his own hands reaching outward at once, in askance.]
What happened?