"Is it working?... I don't know, I think he always looked like that... You're right, Give him another one, just in case."
A one sided conversation drifted into Seth's ears as he stirred from his sleep, his eyelids so heavy they simply refused to open no matter how much he tried. That was, until he felt a liquid flooding into his mouth and being forced down his throat.
His eyes snapped open and he shot up, coughing and spewing as the golden liquid trickled from his chin. Beside where he was sitting, there was half a dozen vials, some still holding small dregs of the same liquid within them.
Julius was sitting next to him, one of the same vials in his hand, as Titus stood by the wall with his arms crossed and a soft smile on his face.
Titus gave a satisfied nod.
"See? I told you, it worked perfectly."
