Disappeared

Jake woke up late, past breakfast time. When he woke up, as usual, his head hurt, and he kept lying in bed. He didn't wish to get up or do anything as he remembered the scene from the previous knight. It still hurt him to think about it. 

He was sure Noah must not be home just like he had spent the past few days outside of the home. He stared at the window, which was open and a cold wind blew the curtains. It was cold as winter had started, but he felt nothing. He heard the familiar voice that made him feel like he was dreaming.

"Are you going to sleep the entire day or wish to wake up and eat something?"

Jake looked at the door and stared at the man standing there. Jake shut his eyes for a moment and then opened again to see if that image of the man would disappear, but it didn't.

Noah went to him and offered him one tiny bottle, "Have it."

"I am fine," Jake closed his eyes back, not willing to talk to him.