"Are you absolutely sure about this?!!!"
Two days had passed since the final echoes of the quest subsided, and the heavy, deep silence of the comas had finally broken. They didn't all wake at the same time.
John had spent the better part of the past forty-eight hours slowly explaining the situation to each person as they blinked away the haze of their dreams. He had to be patient, repeating the sequence of events to calm the rising tides of worry and terror.
Surprisingly, his friends handled the news of their infection and the subsequent treatment he performed with more resilience than the giants. Perhaps humans were just more accustomed to the idea of their minds being unreliable more than the Bulltors, or it was thanks to seeing Ricky suffer from this once before.
However, the Bulltors had a far deadlier bomb waiting for them, one that John waited to drop until everyone had finally gathered to eat their first proper breakfast around the tranquil lake inside the base.
