Toushiro finally woke up, the day had already started in the afternoon. His eyes were still open because he had just woken up from his sleep. He slowly looked at the window that was on the left of his bed and he saw the sky begin to emit its dusk in reddish orange.
While nearby, there was a maid waiting for him ever since. The waiter had taken care of him and replaced the wet towel used to compress his forehead many times. Now that Toushiro is conscious, and his fever begins to drop, he picks up the little towel.
Toushiro stared gently at the waiter and then woke his body, changing his sleeping position to a sitting position on the bed.
"You sleep well." Greet the servant gracefully while tidying up the blanket that covers Toushiro's body then clean the towel and water of the former compress.
"Yes." Toushiro replied briefly while looking blankly at the porridge that had been placed on a small table near his bed.
