Conscious

Azriel watched as the mansion slowly got bigger and bigger the closer the car drove back home, he unfastened the first two buttons of his shirt and had loosened his tie, taking his long hair out of its ponytail and letting it sway with the wind.

Enrique greeted the man with a bow, taking his bag before walking with him inside the mansion, they both made their way up the stairs, Enrique walking straight to the master's bedroom while Azriel detoured to the clinic, greeting Maxon who was sitting down by his desk and was writing his paper.

"Any news today?" he asked, slumping down on the couch, Maxon stood up and poured him a glass of water before handing it over to him, Azriel's hazel-colored eyes trailing over to his lover's unconscious form as she took a sip from his water. "Nothing much, same old same old. Though she's recently showing signs of consciousness, so I guess it won't take to much time for her to wake up."