Crying echoed in the ward, and a motherly voice came after. It was as if a child was being cajoled by his mother, but there were more voices than theirs. June could hear them all whispering about their worries. He could even hear Brent's ugly sobbing about how easier it would be for June to choose whether to just leave or wake up then and there. After all…
"Seven days, huh…?" June opened his eyes, but there was something wrong with his vision. After all, he never saw anything but darkness for a very long time. His brain must be still trying to figure out how to see again. Soon enough, he began taking deep breaths as if his entire body was rebooting. "At least, it's just seven days…"
"Is he talking?" Brent loomed his face directly in front of June, and their eyes met. At this sudden freeze, Brent failed to fight the pair of teen hands that grabbed his head and pulled him out of June's face.
