Maybe it wasn't a wise idea to be in this room but Drake was perched in a chair observing the two beds. The lights were dimmed as night was approaching and there was a very peaceful atmosphere in the building as visiting hours were over. This, naturally, didn't prevent Drake as the night janitor from being here. He even had his work uniform on and good to go as he fed on the blood bag as if it was a capri sun. He didn't sense or smell any other humans on the floor so he was in no danger of being called out. He could see Ryah wake up and move from the bed, which he knew was a bad idea since he would still need painkillers to feel close to normal and he could tear his stitches.<br/><br/>This time there was no vampire saliva to heal up the wound his other one had so his body was left to struggle on its own. He also observed the sister and while he wasn't sure what was wrong with her he was sure it couldn't be good. The fact that she hadn't woken up was worrying and Drake didn't know what other tricks Phin had up his sleeve. "You should be prepared that your sister might not be the way she was before." He spoke to the distressed man in a quiet voice. He wished he could give the other time to grieve but they had pressing unfinished business.