68 Aunt Fyre

Draco took off the Virtua Helmet slowly.

Had anyone been around when he woke up, their hearts would palpitate with fear and worry. Normally, when Draco came out of Boundless, he looked unconcerned and slightly rushed.

He would take a shower, eat, do some exercises and drink some NuSmoothie before sleeping. Over the past week, this allowed him to build some flesh over his scrawny form.

Now though, when his eyes opened, there was a heaviness in them. His upper body rose slowly into a sitting position and he cricked his neck. He climbed from the bed and went into the shower, allowing the cold water to run through his hair and down his body.

For that matter, Draco's diligent efforts at exercising and taking the NuSmoothies had seen him fill out nicely. Of course, he wasn't in top form, but his body was less malnourished and more well-developed.