Eyes trembling slightly, they opened begrudgingly, not content that it's owner was being directed to awaken from his slumber. Despite the increasing insistence to lay dormant, wading through darkness, comfortable at heart, the incessant buzzing forced the the young man to wake up.
As the light entered his eyes, he saw white walls, white ceilings, and a white blanket. "Yo, finally awake now? You know, you are the last kne to wake up. Beba is currently in the rehabilitation center, currently going through physiotherapy sessions, trying to return he mobility again." Hearing this short speech, the young man, revealed to be Jake, saw Grud, sitting beside him, head in cast.
"How is it that everytime we meet nowadays, we seem to end up in casts. Perhaps we should change our home's addresses to hospitals next time." Joking about their current situation, Jake tried to elevate the mood of the room.
For Grud was broken inside.
His eyes no longer had the same bright sheen they had. Gone were the joy and mirth, replaced by desolation and despair. Having witnessed the death of his uncle and fellow adventurers at first hand, his psyche had broken completely.
He was devoid of hope.
Jake knew that if he did not do anything now, Grud might be compelled to be a homebody for the rest of his life, or worse, take his own life. He knew he had to do something, but not what. Just as he was about to start trying to cheer him up, the door to the room was slammed open.
From the door, they saw a floating, giant meatball sandwich, slathered in some green sauce, slimy and all. Tilting their heads in confusion, they finally saw who had come.
His bulky four arms got stuck in the door, trying his best to get in. His face, clearly smothered in meat and sauce, showed relief, as he realised that the final survivor of the attack had woken up. His singular eye held great relief that Jake was finally awake. Jake finally realised who it was.
It was none other than Jeremiah Waterford, his... friend? (Previously interrogater), who had barged in.
Having realised that Jake had awakened, he zoomed in to the bed, sandwich slobbering all across Jake's body. "Easy with the hugs, old man. I'm still recuperating. Plus, what on earth is this sandwich? It stinks to high heavens." Still hugging onto Jake, Jeremiah, or Jerry, mumbled through his mouth "Sho glash ur avek, gulp, anyways, how are you feeling?" Finishing off the sandwich in his mouth, he asked Jake jovially how he was feeling.
Headache rampant, Jake still managed tondescribe what had happened to them in the ruins. Even though Grud was near him, he forced himself to recount everything that occurred, including the death of Beebo, Biba, and Druis. Though it pained his heart, he knew this must be told, for justice must be served.
Jerry, frowning as he ate his lunch, told Jake "This is somewhat consistent with what the other two had told me. Now, what I wanted to know is what happened after this. The thing is, when everyone got out, you guys were the last ones." Taking a sip of water from who knows where, Jerry continued on "The most peculiar aspect of the whole thing is, is that all of you were heavily wounded, some even crippled, with no way to walk orntapk, all in a deep coma.Yet despite all this, everyone single one of you were safe and sound, well as safe you can be. Someone must have brought you guys our, but no one had ever met you at all. So who did?"