The rest of the night passed, and the girls were still unconscious. While I could still hear their breathing and heartbeats, seeing them like this almost drove me insane.
'Why aren't they waking up?!' 'Did their souls get injured or something?' 'Is there anything I could do?'
I did not know what I could do, so the entire time I guarded my girls. My soul avatars watched over them like nurses. We checked them regularly with {Imaging} to see if there were any complications. Even though we were in an air-conditioned room. The girls continued to break out in cold sweats.
Of course, I wiped them down and changed their clothes every few hours. My anxiety caused me to fidget, pace, and kneel down to pray to God. It was funny. There were seven men in the room acting like morons, but they were all me.
