The Reality Of His Condition

[Mason’s POV]

Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the discomfort I felt as Chester pulled the tube that was blocking my airway out of place. Once it was gone, I swallowed a few times and winced. Fuck that hurt.

"Feel better?" Danica asked, her voice filled with many emotions.

"Yeah," I rasped before a coughing fit hit me.

"Here." Chester sighed. "I’m sure your throat is pretty raw."

Reaching out, I took the glass of water that he was holding out and took a few tentative sips. When the cool liquid proved to be helpful, I downed the rest of the glass.

"Thanks." I huffed, slowly sitting up in my bed. "Now, could one of you explain to me what’s going on here?"

"Would you like to do the honors, luna?" Chester asked, turning his attention to Danica. "Or would you rather I do it?"

For a moment, Danica didn’t speak as she continued to examine me, as if she wasn't quite believing what she was seeing.

"Would it be too much stress for him?" She asked, clearly fretting. "He just woke up… Maybe we