It was another six hours before Kyle finally woke up again.
This time, to his relief, he wasn't as weak as he was before, and was also more aware of his surroundings and knew that he was in a hospital. The smell of the disinfectant, the constant beeping of the monitor, and the soft background noise of the television amidst some crunching sounds.
He slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw, was Sayuri, sitting beside the bed with her back to him. She was eating an apple while watching television. He looked at his hand, which had an IV line and at all the wires attached to his chest.
Lifting his hand up, he stroked the back of Sayuri's head.
She jerked for a second before turning, her face full of joy.
"You're awake!" she said happily and in relief.
"Mmhm," Kyle answered, unable to talk yet. He felt like his mouth was so bleh, full of muck. He imagined his breath was going to stink to high heaven if he opened it right now.
