Slowly the world came back into focus, and her blurry vision began to clear. Deja tried to sit up but was pushed back down by a large palm on her shoulder. She looked up into a worried green stare as Neculai’s other palm dabbed at her forehead with a wet cloth.
“How long have I been out?” Her voice was hoarse she struggled to speak between dry lips. Neculai turned to the table beside the bed and lifted a glass of water off. He lifted her slightly and placed the cold glass to her lips. She drank greedily. The water was refreshing as she finally sighed and settled back.
Neculai had sat the glass back on the table and turned back to what he was doing. He didn’t answer her earlier question so she repeated her question. He gave her an intense, penetrating stare before shifting back to what he was doing. He didn’t respond to her as he dabbed at her forehead with the ruff wet cloth.