My vision is all fuzzy. All I can see is outlines and colors. What the heck? I blink a few times. The shapes solidify. The first thing that comes into veiw; Hisoka's concerned face. His green eyes are bright with worry and his hair looks even more disheavaled than ever. I smile slightly.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He says softly. His hand moves to gentally stroke my hair.
I try to tell him 'no' but all that comes out of my throat is a scratchy cough. His brow furrows.
"Yukito, get some water!" He snaps. I hear a scrapeing of a chair being moved hurriedly. I turn my head the slightest fraction to see Yukito dash out of the door of Hisoka's bedroom. Master Aki sits at the foot of the bed I'm laying on. He's wearing his usual dark blue suit. It makes his pale face look even paler. His hair is silver, matching his eyes. Wrinkles decorate his face, making his smiles all the better. He's the sweetest old man I know. He smiles at me now, his eyes calm and relaxed.
"How are you feeling?" He asks me. His voice is deeper than Hisoka' s and Yukito's, but it suits him. I nod my head weakly in responce to his question. "Alright, but you need to take it easy right now. That vampire drained over half of your blood." The door opens and Yukito comes back in, a big glass full of ice water in his hand.
Yukito looks better. His face has been healed, the bruses and cuts gone, showing white, smooth skin. He looks so much better. Hisoka on the other hand-
"Here. Drink this." Hisoka helps me sit up enough to take a few sips of water. It helps my scratchy throat a little.
"What happened?" I manage to ask in a horse voice.
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