EIGHTY FOUR

Third person’s POV

Calan’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and for a moment everything seemed blurry as he lay there staring above. His mind was blank….or perhaps his thoughts were just too jumbled, or hazy? He dragged in a deep breath and blinked a couple of times to clear his vision.

“Hey”.

Micheal’s voice from beside him was all it took to pull his thoughts together. Micheal and Alexa had been here, Alexa…..

He hadn’t wanted her to see him as he was, it had shattered him to have to watch her cry while being unable to do anything about it. He blinked once more and his vision finally became clear, he found Micheal where he had been earlier, and he would have thought he hadn’t left if he hadn’t noticed his jacket was off as was his tie.

“Feeling better?”. He asked him.

And he nodded.

He cleared his throat quietly because he didn’t trust how his voice would sound.

“How long has it been?”. He asked him.

Micheal glanced at his wristwatch.

“Four hours”. He replied.

“Where’s Alexa?”. He a