After two days of being unconscious, Arthur finally woke up to an unfamiliar place. He looked around and saw Apollo not far from them roasting meat.
"You're finally awake?" Apollo asked without looking in his direction his was still on the roasting meat.
Arthur slowly sat down and he could feel the slight pain from his wounds. "Glad that I am alive," he mumbled which Apollo still heard clearly.
"Yes, you are extremely lucky," Apollo got one of the sticks holding meat and placed it on a plate. "If you are feeling okay, come here and eat something," he pushed the plate towards Arthur.
Arthur pushed himself up and slowly walked towards where Apollo was. He sat crossed legged and lifted the plate where the meat was still sizzling from its own oil. His stomach grumbled at the sight of the appealing food, "how many days have I been unconscious?"
"Two days," the man simply answered.
