Zelos wasn't the only one engaged in a waiting game--Ikenna was as well. He'd been standing in a far corner of the room for quite some time, leaning against a white wall, his red gaze focused solely on his son's face. That pale, so very frail face.... How much longer would it be before that face held a look of utter agony? The more time passed, the tighter the knot in his chest grew. It... it would be soon, no doubt about it.
He really didn't want to see it. But at the same time, he wouldn't move from his spot until his son woke. He owed Malba that much.
" ... it should be soon," he abruptly stated aloud, his voice soft, toneless.