"Victor, it's dinner time. Come eat." Charles called me from the door.

"I'm okay," I told him. I must have been sitting on this chair for three hours already, just staring at Mykie, waiting for him to wake up. Charles and my father repeatedly told me he wouldn't wake up today, but I wasn't going to leave him. I wasn't going to leave him until he woke up and probably wouldn't leave him after that.

I laid looking at Mykie, his chest slowly rising and falling. The sound of his quiet breath. It all reminded me that he was alive and okay.

I slowly slipped my hand into his, holding it limply like I would break it. He didn't hold back or give me a squeeze, but I already knew he wasn't.

After a few minutes, a maid walked in holding a plate of warm food. "Your father told me you needed to eat." She said while placing the plate down on the nightstand alongside a drink and utensils.

Even though I wasn't in the mood to eat, I still ate it figuring I wouldn't be leaving for a while. I wasn't going to leave until he woke up. I promised him, I promised myself that I would stay until he woke up.

But until then, I just sat and stared. Occasionally I would freeze just so I could make sure Mykie was still breathing.

I was told by my father, Charles, the doctor, and nurses that he will be fine. Yet I still feared that he wouldn't wake up.

I knew well enough that they were only scrapes and bruises, but I still worried. After seeing what he looked like, it just wouldn't shake my mind. And I hated that. Because every time I thought back to it, it would send chills throughout my body.

Now, he didn't look as bad. Once he was in a change of clothes and all bandaged, he looked better.

"He won't wake up today." I picked my head up to look at my father who had walked into the room while I was moping. "Give him three or four days." I sighed, then sat up.

"I know he won't wake up today. I'm just watching him."

"He's not going to go anywhere, Victor. He can't go anywhere. No one can come in here if they are not approved by me. Nothing bad can happen." He wasn't that reassuring, but I just agreed with him. "So don't hole yourself up in here. Get some fresh air, it will be good for you." My dad patted my shoulder then left the room with a swift movement.

"I'll stay here." I reached up to softly kiss Mykie's forehead then sighed and sat back down. "I'll stay here."

Nighttime approached, I stayed sitting by the bed, occasionally being entertained by Charles who would come in and talk to me and keep me updated on shows I liked to watch.

"Victor, head off to your room, I'm going to stay watching him tonight," Charles said as he approached me from behind.

"It's okay, I'm fine here."

"Your father and I figured you would say that." I looked back at Charles who held a pillow followed by a blanket and extra clothes. "Your dad told me to bring this because it seemed like there would be no way to pry you out of this room." Charles laughed. "But seriously, staying in here for three days won't do you any good. Even if it's for five minutes, step away. He won't go anywhere." Charles ruffles my blue hair, looking very stressed while he did so. "Goodnight, Prince Victor."

What felt like years went by. The same routine, every day, for four days. My father and Charles would pull me out of the room for a few minutes then allowed me to go back in (even though it was breaking my moral code).

It was soon going to be dinner time, finally hitting the five-day mark, I was starting to get worried that he wouldn't wake up.

"Give him some time," Charles told me when he pulled up a chair to sit with me. "You won't magically get better after a few days of rest. Just like when you got a concussion when you were five, you were out like a light for quite some time. But you woke up." I laughed as I replayed that memory.

Five-year-old Victor was being a little boy when he suddenly went tumbling down some stairs followed by hitting a wall. My mom freaked out while my dad chuckled at me. I spent a week in my bed I was so tired and my mom wouldn't let me leave.

"It's like the same thing. Except you're extra worried because you saw it happen and it was Mykie who it happened to. Tonight, go to sleep in your room."

"But what if he wakes up?"

"You've said this for the past five days already."

"I know, but what if he wakes up and I'm not there? You know I'm the only one who can calm him down." Charles simply chuckled knowing that was true.

"Once he wakes up you better sleep in your own room. And maybe you'll stop moping about it." Charles pinched my cheek before leaving the room.

"You'll wake up tonight, I know you will." I laid my head on my pillow softly closing my eyes.