Beep______ beep______ beep_______ beep______
Sky grunts while trying to open his eyes. The sounds coming from the machine make him dizzier than he already is.
"Don't try move yet, you little brat." the voice that scolds him when he tries to lift his body up sounds so familiar, and then there's a big hand holding his waist to lie down back on the bed. The light is too bright for him to immediately adjusting and open his eyes. Thus, he still closes his eyes before he could adapt it with the brightness.
"Un..uncle..Ha..harry?" He asked, and he felt his throat is a little dry, and his voice sounds raspy.
Scoffed, he could feel that the hand move to his head. Ruffling his hair softly. "Yes, It's me. Who else you think would take care of you if not me? Where the heck did you went, huh?" Harry wants to scold this little boy, but then..how could he ever hurt his favorite nephew when he's lying on the bed, sick like this?
