Elijah was grateful to be alone and almost slept himself. He was worried though after what had happened. Would Anthony wake up and still be in his same state? He had been drugged to be fair. He rung his hands together and paced for a while. His eyes sometimes remained trained on the door, wondering if he should check on him. 

His life was getting far more complicated and difficult than it had already been, and that was saying something. He tidied up his home, brushed Diane, anything to try to distract himself. When hours had passed, he even had fallen asleep on the sofa still sitting up. It hadn't been a long sleep and his back protested a little from his position when he woke and rose.

While not being a doctor, Elijah was concerned it had been too long with no signs of life. He carefully opened the door and crept towards the bed. He leaned down and was afraid to touch him and upset him, but wasn't sure what to do. He hugged himself to resist touching him and spoke softly. 

"Anthony? Anthony..."