Third-person P.O.V.
His breath was heavy and unstable. His chest pain made it impossible to bear the heat that rose from inside him.
Who was he? Where was he? His eyes were foggy and his mouth dry-he needed some water or some liquid to wet his parched lips.
He closed his eyes and tried to stabilise his breath. A small voice in his mind asked him to take it easy and be patient.
"Don't make any sudden moves-try to concentrate and remember who you are. You are very weak. Also, we do not want to raise any suspicion; we need to be careful."
"Who are you? Where am I?" he thought; he couldn't even speak.
"I am your best friend; your other half, and we are inside a cell in the dungeons. Please try to stay calm and relaxed. We don't need to draw any attention. Close your eyes, and rest-
