The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 79: Waking Up

Arren was sleepy, and in the end, he couldn’t help but succumb to it. Although it was truly ridiculous to be sleepy since he was already in the dream in the first place. However, considering that it was in an almost impossible vivid dream, it didn’t seem too far-fetched either.

He wanted to say goodbye to the shadow, but he didn’t manage to do so as he became unconscious in no time, and the next thing was that it was complete darkness.

All his senses came back, and Arren was certain that he was now awake and that once he opened his eyes, he would be able to see where he was. So he did open his eyes; he was concerned that his father and Spade were worried about him.

Although that was given, he also wanted to know what had happened to him, and he suddenly became dizzy. He didn’t acquire some terminal illness again, did he?

A white ceiling was the first thing Arren saw when he opened his eyes. The light was slightly blinding to the eyes, and he had to blink his eyes a few times to adjust.

After a while, he was completely awake. He also realized that he was in the hospital. Arren sighed; he just made a huge commotion in the banquet when he wanted to keep himself low profile. No, what happened to the banquet after he fainted?

They didn’t finish it too early for him, right?

"You’re awake, son." A hoarse voice resounded in his ears, and Arren recognized it in an instant. It was his father. He immediately focused his gaze on his left side.

"Fa...ther," Arren uttered, and he was surprised that his throat was so dry! That word was difficult for him to say; it immediately brought alarm bells to his mind. How many days was he asleep? He thought he was out for only a few hours, but considering his condition, it might even be days!

"Do you need some water?" His father stood up from his seat and went to the side table to get some water.

Now, Arren finally had a chance to observe his father’s appearance. The Duke’s face looked exhausted, and he seemed unkempt, a far cry from his usual respectable appearance.

Arren became guilty again; he was always making his father worry, even though he had always promised that he would not do so anymore. However, what can he do? Sometimes, fate never allows his life to be peaceful! This time, Arren wasn’t even doing anything and passed out without warning.

His father came back to his side with the glass of water in his hand. Arren opened to say something again, but the Duke stopped him.

"Son, drink some water first to moisten your throat." His dad gave him a soft smile, and yet Arren noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes. The Duke was always like that; even if he was not feeling well inside, he would always smile and assure Arren.

Arren bit his lips and finally nodded. He didn’t want to worry his father even further, so he obediently obeyed. He tried to sit and found out that he was so weak!

He frowned; why was he so weak? So, how many days had he been asleep? Arren became anxious to know the answer.

The Duke saw that he was struggling to get up and put down the glass for a moment on the table and supported Arren to sit. And then he leaned on the headboard of the hospital bed before his father helped him drink the water since Arren couldn’t do so on his own. He didn’t have any strength at all.

Fortunately, after he drank some water, his throat felt more comfortable, and Arren could say something more coherent this time without difficulty.

However, he didn’t speak for a moment, and he peered at his father in his periphery, slightly sensing his mood. He was aware that the Duke wasn’t in good condition and looked extremely tired. Did his father even sleep?

The Duke was now seated again in his seat earlier at Arren’s side. Before he could formulate some things to ask his father, the Duke spoke first.

"Do you feel anything uncomfortable? Do you want me to call a doctor over?" he asked, although even without asking Arren, he would call a doctor over anyway.

Arren shook his head as an answer since he didn’t really feel anything wrong aside from the weakness of his body as a result of his days asleep.

Even if he was feeling guilty, Arren still wanted to ask what happened, how long he was unconscious, and even more so, what happened to him. Was he sick?

"Dad, how long have I been asleep?" Arren inquired; his voice was still a bit hoarse but already manageable.

His father’s expression dimmed, his eyes blinking, and he brushed the corner of his eyes as though he was about to cry but he didn’t. He remained calm, at least on the surface, although it was obvious that he wasn’t.

Arren immediately had a bad feeling—was he sick after all?

"You’ve been unconscious for four days, son." His father answered his question and looked at him intently before grabbing his hand tightly. Arren knew his father still had to say something to him but settled on staring at him and holding his hand.

Four days? Arren was a bit shocked that he was asleep for that long! How come it was four days? He recalled his dream, which was quite mysterious so was he in that place far longer than he thought?

His mind was in a mess for a bit as he processed the fact that he slept that long and felt even more guilty. Arren couldn’t even meet his father’s gaze.

"Dad, I’m sorry." Arren couldn’t say anything and could only apologize. He knew it wasn’t his fault, but he was still feeling sorry about it.

His father shook his head, "Why are you saying sorry?" The Duke patted his hand while holding it tightly. "It’s good that you’re awake, so... my son, don’t scare me like that again, please." The Duke almost trembled with his words.

Arren didn’t respond to his father, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was afraid to make any more promises that would be unfulfilled a few days or months later. He was also beginning to adapt to the circumstances, thinking perhaps this wouldn’t be the first time.

He didn’t want to become an alarmist to himself; at least, he had the feeling that way.

They remained like that, and even the Duke himself didn’t want to hear Arren’s promises either. It was only enough that he said what he needed to.

After a while when he thought their emotions had calmed down a bit, Arren couldn’t help but ask some questions again such as what was wrong with him.

"Dad... am I sick?" Arren had to ask this first. This concerned him the most; if he wasn’t sick, then why would he pass out so suddenly and even become unconscious for four days? That would be so unscientific!

Unless... it had something to do again with his memory?