RECOVERY

"Are you certain he'll recover?" Cherry asked, her gaze fixed on Troy's fragile form. Despite his slight improvement, the ominous marks seared into his skin and his prolonged silence—his eyes remained closed for two hours—filled her with growing unease.

"He's fine, just resting," Marcy reassured her, donning her jacket and heading towards the door. "I have a meeting with Zack. You know it's safer to leave him be, in case he wakes up with that blood lust still—"

"I know," Cherry interrupted, her voice laced with concern. "I'll be okay, I just need to know he'll be alright."

"Okay," Marcy sighed, approaching Cherry with a bell-like object materializing in her hand. "If Troy's blood lust resurfaces, shake this and run. It's a one-time use, but it'll summon me instantly... Farewell for now, I have a team to assemble."