Happy (Spirky) version:
A man staggered through the fog, searching for another living thing, a great gash in one leg oozing blood, his gold shirt in shreds. He stumbled and fell, barely conscious. A figure approached, reaching him before the fog smothered them both. The man's leg was gently bandaged with the tattered remains of his clothing. He was picked up and carried away, like a child. He opened his eyes, noting the delicately pointed ears before his gaze settled on the eyes of his rescuer: chocolate brown, with unfathomable depths, but unmistakably full of love. He fell into unconsciousness, knowing he was in good hands.
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