“Ismael…” Ismael heard his name being called up, by a strange yet familiar voice.
He felt the distinctive nature of the voice, accompanied by the blaring sounds of beep raised heavily in his head, traveling through his head. Ismael groaned heavily by the siren sound, whilst flipping open his blury eyes which had been shut against each other for the past month.
“Can you see me ?“ Asked the voice, oncemore, with hands dangling above Ismael's view.
Ismael managed muffling in agreement, his voice crocked while he felt the hanging on of wires, stripped unto his body.
“ThankGod” the man had said letting go of a heavy sigh.
It seemed as though his mind had been put to rest from the troublance of his heart, in regards to a pressure caused by Ismael's state. Slowly Ismael's view had began draw
