Xiran finally awakened, his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room. Frila was sitting in the chair near him and she sprang up from her seat seeing him awake.
"Señor! How do you feel?" she lightly inquired, her face telling a tale of sadness.
"Frila? Hmmm...what happened to me?" he tried to sit up but a splitting headache kept him down as his hand shot up to his head. His voice came out hoarser than usual too.
"Please keep lying down, y...you have not been well. Señor Rivan had to call his doctor and they had to sedate you," she replied in a shaky voice and offered him a glass of water. Xiran tried to sit up and she helped him by guiding him up and making him take a few sips.
"How long have I been out?" Xiran remembered screaming and his mind shutting down to everything around him because it had begun to overwhelm him.
"About 24 hours," she replied, he hadn't slept so much in a long long time.
"I see. Where is Rivan?" he inquired.
