Ruvian sat on the soft and expensive sofa, but even with how comfortable it was, his body could not relax at all.
Behind him, he could hear small sounds of cloth moving and water lightly touching skin, as Irene was wiping Silvena's body.
The departure date kept coming into his mind again and again, and the thought of Silvena not getting better before that time made his chest feel tight and heavy.
He even thought of going there with just Irene.
But no.
He did not want that.
He needed Silvena there with him.
'It would be a huge problem if she couldn't come along.'
Then, the sound of footsteps made him come back to his senses immediately.
Irene walked out, still holding the cloth, her hands slightly wet. Her face looked calmer than before, but there was still some worry left.
Ruvian straightened his body a little and looked at her.
"Is there any reaction on her body?" he asked.
Irene nodded.
"Yes. On the back of her neck, her veins appeared bluish. It's very apparent."
