After dinner, I returned to my room and was about to pack my things when there was a knock on the door.
I opened it to find Adrian standing there. Today, he was wearing a white shirt without a tie, the sleeves rolled halfway up, exposing his muscular forearms. There was a certain ascetic charm about him.
"Alina," he stepped into the room, holding a black medical kit, and handed it to me. "I've prepared some common medicines and a first aid kit for you. Even though you have strong self-healing abilities, it's better to be safe than sorry.
Also, these are antibiotics you might need. The sanitary conditions in Africa..." He rambled on about various precautions, much like a worried father sending his child off on a long journey.
"I really wish I could go with you, Alina." He suddenly sto
