"Where's Akiol?"
Yielya looked up from her phone, "Out for a walk."
Wrock frowned, "Since when?"
"Four in the morning."
"It's been six hours?!"
Yielya shrugged, "I guess."
"What do you mean 'I guess'?! He should be home by now."
"He might have found something interesting. Perhaps it has kept him occupied."
"You're not worried something happened?"
"This is Akiol we are talking about."
Wrock sighed, he doubted there was much that could trouble Akiol. Yet he still had a feeling something wasn't right, "Did he text anyone?"
Yielya pointed at a table with her thumb, "Left his phone here."
Wrock sighed again, "This man is far too careless."
"He is like that sometimes."
Wrock looked towards the door, if it was Akiol nothing bad would happen. . .
Right?
~ ~ ~
Akiol lay flat on the ground. He looked at the sky and groaned, "This sucks!"
His body hurt, the soreness from his injured muscle was really annoying. His arm was constantly throbbing, and a headache pestered him.
