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At first, the sudden tug at my hand scares me, but I quickly realize it can only mean one thing: Jerah is awake. I turn around a bit too fast, making me a little light-headed for a second. When my vision goes back to normal, I notice I am looking right in the blond's face.

He seems confused, and tries to get up by supporting himself with his arm. However, he is weak, and I am also holding his hand, so he fails. The towel falls off of his head. He frowns.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him.

"What happened?" Jerah says, ignoring my question. "Are the kids okay?"

Upon hearing his voice, though it sounds kind of weird, raspy, and uncomfortable, the kids run towards us. Even the one-year-old tries his hardest to come over. They load him with all kinds of questions, which he seems to find everything but pleasant.

I motion to him that he should pretend to fall asleep again, and, with the worst acting I have ever witnessed, he 'sleeps' once again.