Kapitel 51: Chapter 51: Healing

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need. - Kahlil Gibran

Someone is calling my name. I teeter on the cusp of sleep. The voice tugs at my consciousness.

A warm hand cups my chin. Moving my head from side to side, I pull free and roll over. My eyes fly open.

Pain radiates across my shoulder and shoots down into my chest.

"I take it that smarts, child." Enoch raises an eyebrow. 'I am sure you will not be doing that again soon.'

Clearing my throat, I ask, "How is Spence?"

"He is doing rather well and is healing at a rapid rate. Actually, he woke before you, which was a surprise to us all."

"Where's Vlad?"

"He is asleep on the chair in the corner." Enoch points to the far side of the room.

Vlad, head leaning against the wall, sits sprawled in a chair. His long legs stretch out across the floor.