Ella

“You healed pretty fast,” Claire said and cleared her throat. “That’s a good thing. I still have to check for a concussion and ask a few questions. Think you can answer properly?” She added, and he nodded.

She reached for a small flashlight on the bedside and turned it on. “Your pupils seem… great. Can you squint a little? Alright. You’re good. Now,” she put down the torch and continued speaking, “can you tell me your name?”

“Lucian. Lucian Blackthorn,” he replied and cleared his throat.

“Alright, Lucian, your throat is going to itch for a while. I had to get a tube in there to drain the blood...