*babum*
*babum*

The sounds of Jaakuna’s heartbeat slowly increased the more he waked, the pain in his arm increased the closer they got to the 70th floor, and the glow around Jaakuna slowly got more visible the deeper they went into the Draklor Labs. It wasn’t until they got to the 40th floor that he started to really feel it. Every single heartbeat like nails grinding against his skin, every ounce of pain like bricks being cracked over his back, and every spec of the dark glow like walking deeper into a cave void of light. 

And then he collapsed.

On the ground, shaking , quivering, and doing just about anything and everything that was wrong. Jaakuna remembered feeling like this. It was back when he had his panic attack. He remembered now, but that wasn’t all. His body slowly flashing pure black and all the while his tattoo was flashing like it did when he initially absorbed his father’s soul into him. He gripped his arm just like before, and as he did before, he yelled out in pain, but something was different. Sure, his voice was what yelled out, but on the backends of his voice, a sinister laugh could be heard. The more yells he let out, the more dominant the laugh got.

And then silence took over.

Jaakuna was as still as a corpse. The black glow was gone, his heartbeat was at normal, the pain in his left arm was nonexistent, and his shaking gone. Savayna, Isaiah, and Emiri all watched on as they saw motionless Jaakuna lay there face-first. For a few minutes, the worst would be expected, that Jaakuna was dead, but after five minutes of not moving, he slowly rose. He used his arms to push himself up, and Jaakuna looked at them, smiling. 

[b]“Jaakuna, you okay?”[/b] Savayna asked raising an eyebrow.

[b]“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.”[/b] He said.

-----

Seeing only two seats, Wesley looked at Nadeline and to Grant, who no doubt would give him a glare of sorts. As they would get in the car, Wesley would get in the passenger seat and Nadeline would get on top of him. She would then whisper quietly to him that she hoped that she wasn’t too heavy. He smiled. [b]“Of course you aren’t.”[/b] He said holding onto her tightly, though not too tight. As she would say that she never dreamed that all it would take was a two-seated airship to get her in a position on top of Wesley. He smiled quite naughtily. [b]“Maybe we should get one of our own then.”[/b] He said still smiling, though perhaps semi-too loud as Grant most likely heard, or maybe he didn’t; Wesley was hoping for the latter.