"Heiron, you're finally awake!" Hector's booming voice carried a mixture of relief and joy as he strode toward Nathan, wrapping him in a firm hug before lifting him off his feet. Despite his towering frame, Hector's embrace felt warm and sincere. "We've been so worried about you. You weren't waking up for weeks, and none of the doctors had any idea what was wrong!" His voice cracked slightly, revealing how deeply the ordeal had shaken him.
Nathan managed a faint smile, though his expression remained calm. "I'm fine now," he replied, his voice steady but subdued.
Hector took a step back, his sharp eyes scanning Nathan's face as if to confirm his words. "Good. But you still need rest," he insisted firmly, folding his arms as if to emphasize his point.
"I think I've rested enough," Nathan countered, seriously.