There was loud banging on the door that woke Cyrus from a dream he couldn't understand for everything was a blur and the voices couldn't be understood.
His head was pounding but he doesn't seem like he was having any fever, instead, he was simply feeling dizzy from the headache.
He slowly got up seeing as no one else was there.
"Wha-"
Before he could ask, Heather's figure came to his view. With her hair alone he could tell.
He couldn't help but to close his eyes as the sun was too blinding and too painful for his current condition. He cannot see her face at all.
'Maybe this is a fateful encounter. Nice to meet you... I am-'
"Ugh," he knelt down when the sharp pain came together with that sentence.
"Cyrus!!"
Heather was shock to see him in so much pain.
"Let me help you back to bed," she supported him with everything she got and got him to lie down again.
"Has this been going on for a while now?"
