Jonathon slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the darkness of his room. As he sat up in his bed, he saw Lucas sitting in a chair across the room, watching him with intense eyes. The room was silent, except for the sound of Jonathon's heavy breathing.

　　"What are you doing here?" Jonathon asked, his voice hoarse.

　　"You called me. Don't you remember?" Lucas responded. It wasn't a call. It was an order, a demand. He was offended at first until he saw the state that ...