Alan gently opened the door to Chase's room, leading his family inside. The dimly lit room was filled with the scent of herbal medicine that had been Chase's method of recovering. He knew he wasn't in any medical predicament. They all gathered around him and watched as he groaned and tried to get his eyes open.
Alan was more expectant than most. It has been months since he last saw his father speak, smile, or lift a finger. He sat beside him on the sick bed and when Emilia saw how distressed he looked, she walked up to him and held him. The triplets also saw their parents distraught and they ran toward them to offer some comfort.
Chase finally opened his eyes and when he tried to speak, his voice came out croaked. He was parched and moved his mouth to signal for water.
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