In a special care unit, a boy with a pale face lied on the bed. A middle aged woman fell asleep on his side.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked around, then looked at his hands, touched his face and said. "The same thing again. How many times are you going to toy with me."
The woman woke up to his voice.
"Xandrax, you're finally awake." She cried in joy.
"You're his mother?"
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Leonora couldn't understand what her son was saying.
He just realized he was speaking in Romanian while this woman was speaking English. It seemed like he was currently in America.
He organized his thoughts and said in less than fluent English. "I'm fine. Don't worry."
"Really? Do you feel any pain?"
Xandrax shook his head with a smile.
"Wait here, I will call the
