Rory could still feel the heat inside of him, though it had subsided thanks to that medicine that they had given him.
It tired him so much that he fell asleep the moment he felt better, as his body seemed to need to recharge itself after the change.
He only woke up because of the ruckus around him that was getting louder.
He could pick up several people arguing, forcing him to open his eyes to look at who it was.
At first, everything was but a silhouette. It took him at least a minute to hear and see everyone.
“We can take it from here, thank you very much,” Leslee scoffs.
She was having an argument with another familiar person, who he could not properly make out because her back was facing him.
“You weren’t exactly with us during his crucial time!” It was Trish.
“Guys, enough! Ror
