In a small, dark chamber, Lucas came to his senses. Gradually, his eyelashes flitted open. He squinted initially, as his eyebrows crimped against his surroundings. Finally, he adjusted his eyesight to the dimly lit room and gazed at Helen who was sitting next to him, her face lined with worry, she hurriedly sat upright seeing that he had opened his eyes.
"Lucas?" She inquired while tilting her head at him, her hand reaching for his arm and she held it gently in place. Next to her was an old man in a regal attire and a thin glass resting against the bridge of his nose, he must be the physician.
The physician approached Lucas and asked, "How are you feeling?"
