He did look like hell. Pale, and with bandages over half his face, and hooked up to things that went beep and blip and dripped into his arm.

Dilan was hooked up to a couple of things as well, monitors and an IV of saline because they didn't have any of his blood type on hand. Something that several of the doctors were determined to fix. Soon. Dilan's hand turned over to grip Aya's as tightly as he could - which wasn't much.

Elcy and Yinsi moved over to kiss his forehead and brush his hair back.