Two days later and Kai still hadn't woke up.
The bladebreakers and Hilary were dotted around Kai's hospital room. All very, very bored.
"I spy something beginning with…..'I'." Tyson said, sitting on the floor.
"You made that up Tyson, there isn't anything beginning with 'I' in this room". Hilary had used her bossiness to take the only chair. But Tyson was still getting on her nerves.
"Idiot" came a quiet voice, Kai had moved the mask off his face without them noticing.
"Are you talking about yourself again Tyson?"
"Kai!" Tyson said happily, not seeming to realise that he had just been insulted.
"Could I get some water?" Kai's voice was beginning to croak, his throat felt so dry he could barley swallow.
Ray complied, and with Max and Tyson helping him to sit up he managed to sip it slowly. They were surprised that he didn't refuse their help. But Kai was too thirsty to be stubborn right now.
He settled down wearily, to rest back on the soft bed.
"What happened?" Kai questioned eyeing the wires connected to him with disgust. They reminded him of something.
"Well basically we called the police, who came. Then we went back in and found you." Ray knew he'd left out loads of details, but the short version was easiest to tell.
"Rage was there?" He had to be sure if it had been real. It could have just been his dream again.
"Yes, so you do remember."
"Vaguely" He remembered banging, darkness. Then Rage's voice. There was more, but they were just images that would sort themselves out when he wasn't feeling so groggy.
Kai grimaced at the continuous bleeping of the heart monitor, it was so annoying. Finally he had had enough and in a rage pulled all the wires off him. Blood trickled from his arm where the IV lead had been.
Now it was even worse, the machine let out a continuous 'bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep' noise that hurt his ears. He glared angrily at it, why couldn't someone just turn it off already. It wasn't like he needed it to tell if he was going to die anytime soon. Not unless someone walked into this room with a gun or something along those lines.
Then a doctor raced into the room. And he was carrying something far worse than a gun.