"Draven, can you hear me?! Dear Lord, you're awake!!" Daniel cooed in excitement. The sleepiness he felt earlier had completely vanished.
The figure on the bed shifted, turning his head painfully toward where Daniel stood. Daniel covered his mouth with his palm to stifle a gasp.
Gosh, why was his heart suddenly beating so fast?
"Dan... Danny, is that you?" Draven asked, his throat parched and dry. He tried to stand but couldn't. He then moved to yank the tube out, momentarily pulling it away.
Daniel froze. No, he shouldn't do that!
"Draven, don't—!" But it was too late. The tube was gone, followed by another pipe. They had seemingly vanished.
"I know you're worried, Daniel, but the only way you can help me recover is by us leaving here. I can't stand hospitals," Draven explained, causing Daniel to blink in surprise.
