I'm alive...

  The boy felt conflicted inside. On one side, he felt like he was the biggest idiot ever, on the other hand, thrashing himself mentally despite the lack of information was actually not fair too. Although, the last part was mostly an excuse of him to defend his wounded pride.

  So, whenever those warning sounds ring, that means I need to stop. Ok. Don't play with your life. Got it. He exclaimed inwardly, trying to recount the previous experience.

  Now then. What do I do with this?

  On his right, a young girl sporting gorgeous dark-brown hair was sitting on the bed albeit a bit farther away. She looked at him, visibly in distraught. Behind her, stood a blond woman, in a maid uniform. She stood straight, upholding her duty but the expression on her eyes and the pale complexion was clear for all to see.

  On the other side, a man in white robe was sitting on the bed, finishing wiping the blood off the boy's face and holding his hand whilst muttering something.

  By the looks of it, a priest I guess... Assumed the boy.

  A warm light glowed briefly surrounding the priest's body and hung into the boy.

  Afterward, the man went on to check on the boy. He reached out and checked his heartbeat, eyes, ears, and so on.

  Moving past the priest, the boy saw the pair of adults that stood restlessly behind the priest.

  A man with bright brown hair with gold-rimmed glass hanging to the bridge of his nose, accentuating his clear blue eyes. His sharp features complemented extremely well with his manly build. A very handsome and dashing man he was.

  On his arms, stand a woman whose jet-black hair flowed downward beautifully, almost reaching to her hips. Her face was well-rounded and sleek, striking a complete balance between the vibes of a woman in her prime and the charm of a mature woman.

  Further back behind those two, stood a lone aged butler. It was unclear as to what he was thinking behind that blank look.

  The boy then scanned the room a couple of more times, and whenever his eyes landed on the people in the room, they would react every time. It was especially stronger from his supposedly 'family members' and also the blond maid.

  Well, they seemed like good folks. And also...Rich...

  Faced with all the strangers, the boy didn't know what to think, nor how to respond.

  ...How long is this man going to examine me. Commented the boy awkwardly inside his mind.

  ***

  Some time passed and although the priest had left for a while, the family, maid, and butler never left.

  They spoke to the boy, saying something to each other. Sometimes they would stay silent before repeating their prior actions once again.

  The boy tried his best to guess from their body language due to his inability to hear anything, but although he got the gist of their emotions, most of the content was lost on him.

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  At one point he lost hope in trying to gather something out of them, something useful, and opted to fiddle with his magic again.

  But the moment he was about to finish the sentence, a familiar warning rang sharply inside him yet again, and following it, the world shook.

  Although, he would then find out, that it was not the world that was shaking, it was him. His body was having a seizure.

  Fortunately, it was a mild one.

  Ah, so that's what it was! The boy exclaimed in realization, now knowing the answer to why his balls of lights would bounce as though they were unstable.

  As it turned out, it was him that was shaking the whole time.

  So, I'm having a seizure, but I think this much is still fine. Unlike before... His words trailed slow as the boy found the back of the maid sprinting for her dear life, after seemingly ordered something by his father.

  She was fast, it was a wonder how she could move that fast whilst holding the hem of her maid outfit.

  As for the rest of the family members, his father turned and faced the butler, clearly saying something to him, and the urgency could even be felt seeping out from his back.

  His mother, albeit shocked initially, quickly regained herself and walked to the other side of the bed, taking and holding the young girl into her arms. She hugged her daughter, who look almost like a carbon copy of herself, and shielded her away, so that the girl may not see the state of the boy.

  Seeing all of that unfolding before his eyes, the boy couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt lingering in his chest.

  They were still strangers to him, but the feelings and reactions they had shown so far looked genuine to him.

  I'm fine! It's not that bad. If he could talk, he would tell them that.

  Lucky for the boy, he didn't have to feel that way for too long, because the sprinting blonde maid had come back. And following her, was the same priest who had already left earlier.

  Good! Now tell them I'm fine, old man. The boy looked the priest straight in the eyes, hoping that the priest would be able to understand the meaning behind his gaze.

  The priest checked on the boy. And another one round after that. His frown would grow deeper each time, and at the end of it, he closed his eyes and used magic, identical to the one he used before on the boy.

  The boy's father faced the priest with a cold look, and the air between them seemingly shook briefly, taking the boy by surprise. They began talking back and forth, and the priest shook his head at the end of their interactions.

  Afterwards, he paused as he was leaving the room once again, his shoulder dropped as he sighed, casting a forlorn and sad look to the boy before taking his exit, accompanied by the old butler.

  The boy's father and mother exchanged a silent look with each other before the man very subtly shook his head to his spouse.

  The man approached the bed and sat, taking the boy's hand unto his own, very gently as if he was afraid the boy would break by the slightest of his touch. As for his wife, she took her daughter out of the room, as the girl clutched her mother tightly, seemingly crying eyes out. The maid would follow them, whilst looking at the boy, almost crying herself.

  After they left, only the boy and his father were left in there.

  I get that you're worried, but could you stop staring at me...please...?

  The boy found it awkward to meet his father's eyes, but somehow, his eyes would gravitate towards the man's clear blue eyes from time to time.

  Strangely enough, after some time passed, he would find them locking eyes with each other in silence, no longer did he feel the need to escape from the man's gaze.

  At that point, the boy truly wished that he could convey something to the man beside him.

  I'm sorry bout earlier, but I'm really fine... Whispered the boy inside.