Gently with a careful attempt, Zeus raised his head a bit up from his head-pillow while taking a glance at the gigantic door of his room, which was left partly open.
"Ahh, why did she run away from my room like that? I...I just asked for a glass of water from her... Why did she flee away as if she was summoned by a ghost? Damn, it surprised me..."
Wondering inside with a frown face, he averted his gaze away from the door and glanced at the glass vessel placed on the corner table placed beside his sumptuous bed. Slowly he tried to get up from the bed on his own but his deep wound near the abdomen started to pain immensely, which caused him to withdraw his attempt.
"ZEUS! MY SON!"