More footsteps.
Then my little brother's voice, closer to me.
"Bro...?" his voice trailed off. "If you can hear me, don't die. I'm not done being angry with you yet."
I almost wanted to laugh.
Even in this state, he was still stubborn.
I forced my eyelids open wider.
A silhouette began to take shape.
A white ceiling.
The shadow of a figure standing beside the bed.
"He's awake!" my little brother's voice sounded startled.
My head felt heavy when I turned slightly.
The first face I saw—
Ryne.
His eyes were red. There were dark circles under them. His hair was a mess.
But he was here.
Richard stood a few steps behind him, his expression unreadable.
I tried to speak.
My throat was dry.
Only a hoarse voice came out.
Ryne leaned in. "Don't talk yet."
Hie hand gripped mine.
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