Veylor had woken up forty minutes ago and been moved down the hall. The other expedition member who was a reincarnator had also come around and been relocated.
But... Apollo was breathing steadily in the room's single bed, his chest rising and falling with the even rhythm of someone deeply under rather than injured. He hasn't woken up yet, and of course, it was because of someone' doing.
Mireya sat in the chair beside the bed and looked at him.
'Why... why didn't Apollo wake up like the others...?' Mireya thought. 'Is this some kind of karma for me...?'
'Miss Elizabeth said that Apollo had it worse just because he was the Apostle of Life...' Mireya clenched her fists. 'Why does everything start to go downhill when that man is around...?'
The door opened behind her. She didn't need to look to know who it was.
"He's not waking up," she said, and for now she didn't want to accuse him.
"Yeah, seems like it," Rex said.
