She asked in a muffled voice, "Is it okay now?"
"Mm," the man responded perfunctorily.
The moon was bright and the stars were few, their shadows elongated by the light.
You are in me, and I am in you, intertwined as one.
「Medical office.」
William Guillen sat by Fluffy Zane's bedside, watching over her. The IV drip of fever-reducing medicine had finished.
Her fever had indeed subsided some, but the doctor said they couldn't let their guard down, as her condition might relapse.
So, William dared not sleep.
He stayed by her bedside the entire time, constantly observing her complexion and occasionally measuring her body temperature.
He repeated this same task over and over again until daybreak.
Fluffy Zane woke up in a daze, her throat aching and extremely uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and saw William Guillen, who had fallen asleep at her bedside.
Thinking she was still dreaming, Fluffy Zane raised her hand and slapped her own forehead.
SLAP.
