*Runze's POV*
The house feels strangely empty after Bael leaves.
Not lonely. Just... quieter.
The bedroom door barely clicks shut before the silence settles back into every single corner of the room. I stand right where he leaves me for another full minute, staring blankly at the dark wood panel.
*A good day?*
His uncle's funeral is today. How can that possibly be a good day for anyone?
...And what exactly does he mean by *eat me?*
The more I think about his parting words, the hotter my face becomes. My cheeks feel like they are on fire.
The doctor said one week.
He knows that rule. There is no way Bael will ignore the medical instructions, not after how obsessively he follows every single order from the clinic since I woke up from the coma.
So why did he say something like that with such a straight face?
"...Ridiculous," I mutter under my breath, shaking my head.
