"Raye... you were out for over a month."
Jerusha's voice was calm, but the weight of her words was anything but that.
And hearing her—
"..."
Raye froze.
For a moment, his brain refused to process it.
"Huh...?"
The word slipped from his lips before he even realized it. A quiet, confused sound—like his mind was struggling to catch up.
'Over a month?'
'That couldn't be right.'
He thought in his head, in denial.
Raye's brows furrowed as his thoughts raced.
"Wait… what?"
He looked at Jerusha, searching her face, hoping that she was joking.
"..."
But she wasn't.
Jerusha maintained a serious expression on her face.
Her eyes held no trace of amusement.
Just quiet, exhausted sincerity.
And that's when it hit him—
This wasn't a mistake.
He had really been unconscious for over a month.
"..."
Raye silently sat on his bed, his mind grinding to a halt.
'A month?'
"A month...?"
He couldn't believe it.
