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Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
He felt no better.
In fact doing that only made him remember just how tired he was. He comed his hand through his hair, sighing as he forced himself to assess the situation. The quicker he dealt with this the more time he could allocate for sleep later.
He was standing in a crater. There were items strewn around on the ground all around him. Above him loomed what was left of his house. He noted that the second floor had been out of the radius of the explosion. That was good, at least - it meant his enchantment set up was unharmed. He still needed that infinity bow.
He rifled through his inventory looking for the crafting table he knew he had tossed in there earlier. New chests were in order to gather up the mess left behind by what had been his main storage nook. Organisation could wait. Indefinitely for all he cared, honestly.
It was in the middle of this that he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his upper back, only then noticing the distinctive rattle of bones coming from a skeleton archer. Only then did it occur to him that there could be more creepers from the same spot that the other one had come from. He could have sworn the entire area had been lit up.
He whirled around, sword already in his hand without him even remembering grabbing it. Having made quick work of the skeleton and it's zombie friend, he decided it might be in his best interest to fill in the walls to keep other monsters from sneaking up on him. He hadn't yet found some of his more valuable possessions from the piles of items - if those got blown up he might actually just leave this stupid house behind and look for a better place to set up camp. He hated this forest.
Having slapped down whatever random blocks he could find to create a barrier between him and the outside he quickly resumed his work, finishing it swiftly. He was now sitting in a crater filled with unorganized chests hastily placed wherever there was solid ground, surrounded by walls made out of slightly charred wood, dirt, cobblestone and apparently gravel. Why did he even have gravel?
He flopped down into the dirt, letting his back take most of the impact. He had learned over the years how to protect his head when falling. It happed a decent amount.
Only then, when staring up at the ceiling, did he finally take stock of what his body felt like. It did not feel good. He immediately remembered that he still hadn't dealt with the arrow wound in his back, having just yanked the arrow out and deciding it was future Jordan's problem. Well, future Jordan hsd just filled that wound with dirt, so maybe he shouldn't have been trusted with this responsibility.
After sitting up to grab a bucket of water for his back he also noticed that moving his arms was strangely painful. They also felt hot now that he thought about it. It only took him one glance downward to realise that the answer here was incredibly obvious - he had taken an explosion to the face. Obviously his hands and chest were going to be burnt. At this point he needed way more than just a bucket of water.
He then made what he thought might have been the best decision he had made that day. Making sure he had an enderchest on him he made his way to his mine entrance. There was a lush cave pretty much directly under his house and he knew for a fact that he had lit it up so good there were no longer any minsters there. He needed that tranquility right now.
Having made it down he wasted no time in taking off his armour and throwing himself into one of the many pools of water. The water down here was always cold and refreshing, helping ease any muscle pains and doing wonders for his current injuries. The cold immediately eased the pain and discomfort in his hands and he could feel the dirt on his back washing off.
He lazed around in that pool for quite a while, just enjoying the peace and quiet. He only snapped back to reality as he felt something nibbling on his toes, startling the poor thing when he shot upright into a sitting position. He relaxed when he saw it was just an axolotl checking up on him.
He finally retrieved the enderchest from his inventory and placed it near him on the ground. He was now sitting on the mossy ground, back leaning against the stone wall of the cave. His shirt had been ruined anyway, so he just tore it off. He found the shulkerbox he needed, making quick work of retrieving the supplies from inside.
He started off with a regen potion to soeed up the process of healing, only gagging slightly at the taste. He never had like this one. Who would have thought that netherwart and tears wouldn't taste all that good as a drink.
He then grabbed some magma cream, rubbing it into the burns along his hands and chest. He made a note to not put all of it back so he could repeat that later. He had found no better way for dealing with burns. Starting over in a new world always sucked due to the lack of easily accessible potions and magma cream. There were so many different ways to burn oneself before you came across that stuff.
Finally, he grabbed some gauze and wrapped it around himself as to cover up the still open wound in his back. He hadn't had the resources to make stronger potions, so the healing was still going to take a while.
And ok maybe he did end up just falling asleep in that cave, waking up disoriented and cold the next morning. His bed had gotten blown up anyway, so what did it even matter.
It might have been the most rested he had felt in a long long time.