Vasili stared out of the window as he reveled in the warmth of the sun. Though his body and neck hurt, the pain was bearable. Weakness and light headedness pushed him back on the bed as he tried to get up.
There was no one in the room and Vasili sighed to himself, hoping for anyone to enter and help him get up. He so desperately wanted to leave the bed that made him feel as though he was on his death bed, even if he was not.
Just as he was about to mind link someone of his kind for his help, his friend, Azimir entered with a grave expression on his face, startling him for an instant. Soon, he controlled his expression and welcomed him with a smile.
"Azimir, would you mind helping me get up? I want to..." Vasili stopped when he saw his friend's somber expression and his smile vanished at once.
