Keith slowly opened his eyes and attempted to lift his hand, but he found himself too weak to do so. His gaze fell upon his mother lying on the couch, while his friend, Reinhart, was sitting on the chair next to his bed. Keith tried to speak, but his throat was parched.
"Re..in…" he called.
"Re..in..hart.." he called once more and slowly lifted his hand to tap his friend. Reinhart jolted in his place and opened his eyes.
"Hi…" Keith weakly greeted.
"Oh, my Goddess! Keith's awake!" Reinhart happily exclaimed. "Auntie, hurry! He's awake!" he added eagerly. Adelaide scrambled to her feet and rushed to Keith's bedside.
"My child!" Adelaide cried and hugged Keith, but he groaned as he felt the pain in his wounds, which hadn't yet healed.
"Wa…ter please," Keith whispered. Reinhart imme
