They were done with breakfast and had all retired to their rooms.
Before breakfast ended, Eden had suggested they go out that day and enjoy some peace and fun. Leo agreed and offered to take them somewhere.
And so they went to get ready.
Eden was in Elvis's room, sitting beside him while helping fix a fresh bandage over his injuries.
Elvis sat there shirtless while Eden gently applied ointment across his body.
"How are you doing…?" Elvis suddenly asked.
"Me? I'm fine. Why?" Eden inquired, rubbing his fingers softly against Elvis's skin.
"Well, I had a feeling that bringing up the past could open some wounds. And hearing you speak about your old friend… I figured it might have brought up some memories…"
It did. Eden didn't know why. He really shouldn't feel this way—he wasn't the person who went through it. But it did hurt, and it felt as though he had been the one to endure all of that.
He smiled. "Don't worry. It happened a long time ago, so I'm fine now. Don't worry."
