It was like a dream. Everything was dark and red, cold and hot, painful and numb. He could only smile when he saw Rowan's face in the distance. At least, he was not trapped in the burning horror house. At least, he was free from haunting pain.
"…Rowan…?" A hoarse voice faintly sounded, but the glass in front of him seemed to keep it from everyone else. There were no other noises around him, either. If only he couldn't see dim lights lining the sides of his bed, he would assume that he was inside a casket.
"I want to see Rowan…" He moved his hands and pushed against the glass, but there was too little strength in his arms. He also realized how mapped the skin was as if everything burned at different levels, causing the skin to be repaired unevenly. It was ugly, but those were his hands now.
