Days passed into weeks.
Lilia's eyes fluttered open, her head dizzy, vision blurry, as a strange numbness spread through her body. She could barely move. Just then, she heard a soft, surprised gasp. Turning her head slowly, she saw Lena moving around frantically, her hands trembling as she tried to adjust something—maybe the IV drip?
The way Lena moved—quick and almost desperate—made Lilia uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen. Her eyes struggled to keep up with the motion, her vision still foggy.
That's when she noticed it.
Various tubes were connected to her—her arms, her legs… even her nose and mouth. Her chest rose with effort as the woman gently removed the one from her nose.
Lilia blinked. Once. Twice. Confusion clouded her brain.
Then, with a breathy whisper, the first word fell from her lips.
"…Z-Zethan."
She slowly turned her head faintly, whispering, "Where is… he?" Her voice was so low she could barely hear it herself.
