CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
Leon stirred from the bed, stretching his arms cautiously. A sharp pain shot through his body like thousands of needles piercing his skin with every movement.
"How long was I out? My body feels so stiff," Leon muttered, his voice sounded rough and dry
"For 15 days," a somber voice replied.
"Huh!" Leon turned his head to see a white-haired woman rocking back and forth in a nearby chair with her eyes closed. On the other side of the bed, two figures stirred awake, their brows furrowed in confusion.
"Leon!" they cried out simultaneously, hurling themselves at him with tearful embraces.
"Leon, please don't scare us like that again. Do you know how afraid I was?" Irina choked out between sobs.
"Brother, why do you have to go through all that? You almost died," Gwen murmured, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Promise me you won't leave us again."
