"OH... HE'S ABOUT TO BE AWAKE NOW..." hollered Patricia to everyone and the children all clamoured around the bed and was waiting for the moment I open up my eyes. Patricia had dark rings around her eyes made darker by the eyeliner that she had put on to emphasise the darkness around it.
She was still wearing the blood-stained clothes the day I emerged from the dungeons and the dried blood had caked around around the area where she had slung my arm over her shoulder when she supported me.
The children clothes and hair was matted with my blood when they surged forward to help their Mummy carry their Daddy to the room and they had not taken a bath since. Both Patricia and the children looked like they had either lost weight or had grown taller while I was lying there on the bed in a comato
