Chapter Hundred Fifty — Scary To Survive
"Killian!"
Someone shook his body as they called.
"He's deep asleep." another voice said over his frame. Killian could even feel their weight on his bed.
"Hey, wake up, man! Wake up!" the voice sounded like Reginald's and within his consciousness, Killian found his way towards the light.
He snapped his eyes open, and he saw them rush back away from the bed.
He heard their Coordinator chuckle lightly, and he exhaled in relief. The guy didn't die.
Killian stared hard at the ceiling for a second, and slowly his eyelids dropped. Someone let out a heavy sigh, before approaching him.
"Killian, are you alright?" Reginald asked.
"Hmm," Killian hummed. "Are you?"
There was no reply. Killian fluttered his eyes opened and shifted them towards the boy.
Reginald stood over his bed, hands crossed over his chest, and his eyebrows furrowed inwards.
"I do not have a gash on my neck, so I am fine."
