"Is it my funeral already?" Lucian suddenly threw the question, his voice laced with sarcasm, instead of answering Marlowe's question about how he was feeling.
"What are you talking about?" Marlowe probed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The serious look on his face only deepened her sense of uncertainty, offering no clarity to the situation. His tone and demeanor left her feeling even more puzzled, unsure if he was joking or not.
"Am I dead?" Lucian asked again.
"Why are you asking such questions? How can you be asking if you're dead?" Marlowe responded, observing him to know if something had gone wrong somewhere during the course of the treatment.
"If I'm not dead, then why is her face like that?" Lucian asked, his voice tinged with annoyance as he gestured with his chin toward Serena. Her expression was so strained and filled with emotion that it seemed like she might burst into tears at any moment—if he hadn't woken up when he did.
