"T….o!.... Theo!..."
"Ughh." Theo's head was spinning, yet some sounds almost felt like someone was calling for him.
He struggled to open his eyes, and when he did, the blurriness kicked in.
Yet he could still see many silhouettes all around him, almost sitting.
'Am I lying down?' Only after thinking about it did Theo finally realize that he was lying down on a soft surface, which nostalgically felt and smelled like his bed.
Theo felt a tug on his shoulder, and before he knew it, he was sitting upright with his eyes half closed.
When he tried struggling to keep his eyes open, he finally saw the silhouettes clearly up. The face he saw right in front was the baron, which almost made his eyes widen before they closed again.
"Don't push yourself, Theo. Take your time." The baron spoke, and Theo nodded slowly.
He felt a hand caressing his back gently and couldn't help but feel it was his mother.
