But that one more day had never come…
Morning of the 8th day.
Neville sat on the edge of the massive bed, fingers tapping nervously against his knee. He watched the steady rise and fall of Grayson's chest beneath the silk sheets.
Grayson looked so comfortably sleeping, while he hadn't slept properly in days.
It had been about two days since Grayson fell into a deep sleep, and today, it didn't seem like he was waking up anytime soon.
Stop it.
He pressed his palms against his eyes until stars burst behind his lids. This wasn't the time to panic.
He was worried sick yesterday, and he constantly checked the StarNet for the alpha recovery period. He even double checked by painstakingly reading the original scientific research paper that was published in the Imperial Research Institute's Medical Department.
The worst part? According to every medical forum and expert opinion Neville had scoured, this was apparently normal.
