All the blood on the ground was cleaned up by Atlas. Most of the puke and vomit, or whatever it was, was thrown in the trash.
Sebastian and Atlas went to sit near a chair, and Sebastian wanted to do something other than stare at his brother's sleeping face.
Sebastian was long lost in his thoughts, not sure what he's thinking, but nothing good. His mind went completely blank until he felt his hands being enveloped by warm hands, and Sebastian turned his head, looking at Atlas, whose face was unreadable.
Atlas said in a low voice, "He'll be okay."
Sebastian didn't reply but squeezed his hands to let him know that he was listening, and he felt a little bit better, and he told himself that sitting here being miserable won't help him or his brother.
Sebastian was about to stand up, but then his brother's eyelashes fluttered like he was struggling to wake up, and Sebastian felt a wave of relief run through him as he walked forward to Quinn, who finally opened his eyes.
