"Sorry for scaring you, but it was painful. I absorbed the rock." Drake informed them. He felt bad that his friends worried about him. He couldn't control what was happening once it started. It had felt like hot knives were going through his veins as he absorbed the runed rock. He didn't even know that he had been screaming in agony for a long time. Fifteen minutes was a really long time to lose track of.
Mike studies his friend for a moment, "You're okay, though, right?" Drake's face was still pale, looking somewhat strained. He wasn't convinced that his friend was doing okay. He may be acting fine, but he didn't look like he was doing okay. Chad had used the sword on him, but it didn't do anything. It was as if Drake's body had ignored the healing power or rejected it. It didn't make sense.
