-Third Person POV-
Rainer knocked gently on the door, his voice almost inaudible. He wasn't sure whether Arkan was fully conscious yet or still recovering. When a soft voice from inside invited him in, he let out a long sigh before opening the door.
Inside, Arkan sat in a semi-reclined position, his face still pale, but the small smile on his lips hinted at a good mood.
"Yo, Rainer," Arkan greeted casually. "I thought you'd forgotten about me."
Rainer stepped inside hesitantly, closing the door behind him. "Sorry. I didn't want to disturb you too soon."
Arkan chuckled softly, though his voice was hoarse. "Disturb? Hey, I'm stuck here with nothing much to do. Your visit is a very welcome distraction."
Rainer took a seat in the chair by the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. A brief silence fell between them, the atmosphere slightly awkward.
"How was your training earlier?" Arkan asked, trying to ease the tension.
