"...751!, 752!, 753! ANNNNNDD...AKIRA CLOCKED OUT! ROXY WINS THIS ROUND!" Whistling loudly, Gena and Oob cheered on us as I did push-ups with the tree balanced perfectly on my back.
Oob cheered and squealed as if he understood the game. He was such a cute little thing.
It has been three days since I've been hearing the day and night beep sound from the monitor which was attached to almost every square inch of Cyrus's body. After one and a half days of pouring all his energy into hearling Cyrus, Seraphiel retreated into a secluded space where Shadow kept him company. He was recovering himself. I wished I could have hugged him and thanked him for saving Cyrus. He had specifically asked the security guards to not allow anyone in or to contact him for four days by any means. I respected his wish.
I didn't even try to track his recovery rate as I trusted my elder brother and his angelic powers. On the other hand, I prayed to hell and energies to make Cyrus open his eyes.
