Silas's POV
Hearing that voice, when I opened my eyes, it was Orian beside me. I yawned 'cause my eyes were feeling heavy. I think I slept for really long. I sat up. Felt clothes on my skin. But I remember I was wearing a bathrobe.
Orian was there, sure he must have fully clothed me. I felt itchy on my head, that's why I touched it—there was a bandage wrapped around it. So now even a physician had come and treated my wound. How come I didn't wake up at all?
"How long have I been sleeping for?" I looked at Orian to hear his answer.
"For a whole 8 hours. It's already dark and time to have dinner," Orian said while slightly nodding his head, and his lips curled up inward.
"Come on, get up now. Dad is waiting for us and you know—"
