Heather sighed when the clock strikes six and Cyrus remained sleeping.
"I guess I can only greet you by tomorrow."
"Why are you sighing near me? You're making it seem like my condition is bad."
She blinked when he spoke and opened his eyes.
"You're awake!!"
"No, I am not."
She raised an eyebrow, he just used to her what she would usually use to be sarcastic with him when all he does was get mad at her.
"Anyway, how do you feel?" she asked watching him sit up.
"Better, how long have I been out?"
"I don't know exactly but you have been out since I came here around lunch time. And that would be..."
She checked her wrist watch, "About six hours."
"Hmmm."
Then he looked at her to which she stared at him in return.
"You seem to have prepared something. You were talking about greeting me."
"Oh," she clapped her hands together.
