Ryah started, jerking upright. He was ashamed to say that he hadn't realized Drake was in the room at all. His entire focus had been on his sister and her comatose state. He waited for his heartbeat to settle down before turning to the vampire. "She's going to be fine," he said stubbornly, ignoring the twinge in his chest, the one that told him otherwise. There was nothing quite like sticking your head in the sand, burying yourself and pretending everything was okay.<br/><br/>"I just need to take her home. Then everything will be fine. She'll wake up in her own bed, surrounded by this things and people she knows and loves," he continued. And back home, they had connections to the local hospital. They had doctors, they had knowledge, they had--they had to have a cure, right?<br/><br/>"And what are you doing here?" He asked, glancing at Drake, scrutinizing him. It was hard to see him in the dim light of the hospital but Ryah thought he could see the brunet drinking something that looked like a juice box.