When he woke up again, Joshua was l

When he woke up again, Joshua was laying on his left side. His right arm, now in a cast, rested on a pillow next to him. He could feel the slight pull of a large band-aid on his cheek and side. He knew he should be in pain, but only felt heavy and numb. He had been dressed in a red fleece pyjama shirt, silk blankets tucked tightly around him. The bedroom was dark now, moonlight shining in through the open floor-to-ceiling windows. He still couldn’t make out any details of the room, but now he knew that the bed we was resting in was massive, his body only taking up a tiny fraction of it. He didn’t want to think about where he was right then, he assumed he was safe- he felt safer than he had in a long time, anyway. Before he drifted off again, he thought maybe being a villain like the creature that took him in would be better than becoming the sorry excuse he’d been made to believe was a hero.