Nyx was with Oberon throughout the day. Unfortunately, his recovery was painfully slow. She would keep dabbing his forehead with a cold towel to reduce his rising temperature. Each time he moved, and he didn't wake up, it was a huge blow to her.
She sat beside the bed, watching him, "I do not remember it being this slow," she sucked her teeth, "Oh well."
She coughed slightly, rising to her feet, "I should give him a few more hours I think, he should gain consciousness any second," she headed to the bathroom.
She freshened herself up, and came back to bedroom. She looked towards the bed. Oberon had tilted his head to the other side in a very uncomfortable position.
Her heart raced as she rushed towards the bed, "What happened?" She slipped her hand under his head trying to make his head rest a little.
Oberon groaned.
She stopped to look at him, "Huh?"
He grunted again, trying to move his head.
