"Do you think they will be ok, papa?" You heard the sweet voice of a child. Quiet, cute and as soft as wind, you briefly regained consciousness as he and another person spoke to each other. "I'm not sure, Luke." Then the gravelly and harsh voice of a man was heard. He kept a calm tone when speaking to his son, yet, It could be sensed that he was somewhat exasperated to the situation of the unconscious person in front of him, invading the grounds of his manor and currently laying on the bed