"Yes love, I am here." The relief in Valerion's voice was palpable as he held onto Eamon's hand.
"I feel so weak, what happened?" Eamon asked as his eyes slowly fluttered, opening to look at Valerion whose ashen grey eyes swirled with a mixture of concern and relief.
"I will tell you everything later. Could you sit up and take some water? Valerion requested and Eamon slowly sat up, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out for the glass that Valerion was holding.
"Careful, I am going to help you hold it, okay?" Valerion's voice was gentle as he brought the glass to Eamon's lips.
The cool liquid was refreshing and Eamon finished the first glass and asked for a second which Valerion readily provided.
Once he was hydrated, he felt a little better but he was famished and still so weak to get out of bed.
"Wait here, I will get you something to eat." Eamon watched Valerion walk out as he tried to recall his last memory.
