"Where am I?" Cia clutched his head. He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar room.
"Oh, you're awake?" The door opened, and coming inside was the old man. He was holding a bowl of soup in his other hand and placed it on the table beside Cia.
Cia stared at his own arms and saw that they were wrapped in bandages. He could barely move his body, but he could feel pain.
"Of course you would feel pain. Your brother offered one of the pills that you brought for him..." The old man sighed as he watched the dazed Cia. "This is my house, and your siblings are in the living room. Don't worry, I told them that you went to my house the moment you felt something was wrong and were unexpectedly caught in the crossfire."
"Are they okay?" After saying that, Cia felt his voice sounded very airy. Goodness, his vocal cords are probably messed up now.
