For three days straight, Denzel didn't even flinch on the bed he laid on, if not for the Desktop showing the Vitals of Denzel, one would think he was dead.
On that third day, in the evening, Denzel finally moved a finger and opened his eyes, looking around his surroundings to confirm the exact place he was.
Denzel sat up slowly, he looked around him and immediately, he confirmed where he was, at that Medical room in Grayson's house.
Denzel quickly pulled out the needle that was connected to the drip that was placed at the back of his palm, he tried recalling what happened to him, but he didn't really recollect much.
He could recall the huge defeat he faced from Sony and Ryder and thinking back before that fight, he could recall the way Ted pushed him away from his room like he was some sort of outsider.
"Wow, did Ted really do that to me? Should I then believe Grayson? No... I don't know who exactly I should even trust right now, there is no one by my side right now," Denzel kept mumbling to himself, He stood up, stretched his body, and surprisingly, his body felt very light, and he was as vigorous as ever.
"Wow, I am surprised, I even thought part of my body would have broken, but, I feel just fine... And Mical isn't even awake,"
"What the hell ya talking about, boy? Gimme food!"
Denzel was stunned, the voice that yelled in his head was unexpected since he felt it was too soon for Mical to be awake.
'Wait, you mean I slept for a month?!' Denzel thought to himself, trying to look for his cell phone.
Then he looked at the stool placed beside the bed he slept on, he could notice the slight crack on the phone.
"Those damned bastards," Denzel took it and looked at the date on the screen when he turned it on, "3rd of August...? That would mean I slept for three or four...?"
"Hey, Kid, Gimme food, I am hungry!" Denzel slapped his head, he was fed up with the way Mical kept on yelling at him in his head, "You need food? I would give you, but chill..."
Denzel looked behind him the moment he heard the door of the room creak, he saw Grayson coming towards him with a towel in his hand.
"Denzel, you are up, how is your body, you should not be standing right now,"
"It's not your business, and I am leaving here right now," Denzel was already walking out of the room, not turning back to face Grayson, when he was interrupted by Mical.
"Hey Kid, Gimme food!" Mical yelled again.
The anger in Denzel showed in the vein that glared on the side of Denzel's forehead, and he paused to turn back.
"Uhm... Grayson, sorry for yelling at you earlier, but... can I get something to eat? Meat preferably..."
Grayson looked at Denzel and smiled, "You got it, Is a bucket of Chicken okay?"
"Yeah... Sorry for troubling you, please help me get two," Denzel replied him, walking back to the bed to sit.
"Mical, you shit head, I was not meant to talk to that guy, but... you just have to wake up at the wrong time,"
"The hell you call me?!"
After some time, Denzel and Mical kept arguing when Grayson returned to the room, holding both buckets of chicken in his hands, and he saw the way Denzel spoke out to no one, but obviously, he could tell that he was speaking with his Beast.
"Denzel, you do realize that you don't have to speak out to communicate with your Eagle right?"
"Mind your business... Thanks for the chicken though," Denzel opened the lid of one of the buckets the moment Grayson dropped it.
"So Denzel, something about you was strange when you were lying down here for three days,"
"What is it?" Denzel said, munching the chicken in his mouth.
"First off, how are you feeling now?"
"Great," Denzel kept munching.
"Wow, you do realize that you broke about six of your ribs right, your recovery was faster than normal, I would still be lying down here for about a month,"
"Yeah... I was sure I broke some of my ribs, those guys were strong as hell,"
"Sorry to say, but, I might have done some of the damages too,"
"How?" The way Denzel spoke seemed like he cared less about it, he just kept munching the chicken, throwing away the bone that was left.
"It was a miracle that we escaped those guys, I had to transform into my cheetah at some point to run faster, carrying you with my mouth, so you were kind of being dragged on the ground with me."
"Ohh, cool, I am fine now though,"
Grayson looked at Denzel, that recovery was too quick, it surprised him, he also expected Denzel to be mad, but he was just cool.
'Is it because of his Beast? I didn't think he woke him up that day, but did he also synchronise with it?' Grayson thought to himself.
"Denzel, you have woken your Beast up right?"
"Yeah,"
"You synchronised with it too?"
"No... the hell is that? Everyone keeps saying that, even Mical,"
"Wait... you mean you haven't even synchronised? Who is Mical by the way?" Grayson said he was shocked that Denzel could gave recovered that fast by just waking his Beast up, 'This guy might be another thing if he actually synchronises,'
"Mical is the name of my Eagle,"
"You actually took my advice and named him?"
"Yeah... But I feel it is pointless since he didn't even help me much, I was brutally beaten up by those Zoo Keepers or whatever they are called and this guy in me didn't even do a thing,"
"That's not a defeat, that's a massacre,"
"Hey, Kid, hope you not referring to me? If I am to go against those guys alone, they stand no chance, I only just needed to sleep," Denzel heard Mical's voice in his head once more.
"Says someone that received a brutal kick from the one wearing a Snake mask,"
"I was tired, you was tired, that's not my fault you shit head!"
"Excuses... By the way, Mical, you knew what was going on the whole time and you didn't interfere because you wanted to sleep?"
"Yes... Kid! You have been chomping since, and I was the one who asked for it, switch with me, lemme eat!"
"Hah! You think I would feed you after finding out you let me get defeated by those two?"
"Hah! Imma go sleep back then,"
"No... Let's switch, anything but not sleep, just leave the drumsticks for me... Grayson, a minute,"
Grayson kept looking at the way Denzel spoke with Mical, and he smiled, that was the first kind he would see, he hadn't met a Beast that would be close friends with the animal in them.