Laura shuddered in surprise and began to stutter. "W-what? You look like you're about to hit me."
"I don't need you to take risks for me, let alone get hurt." I said firmly.
Laura looked at me quietly, seemingly touched. She smiled and gently touched my face. "I've always been like this. No one has ever cared about me..."
I still felt guilty. "You're my best friend."
As I shouted this, her eyes seemed to redden. We exchanged a glance, realizing that we were quite similar at heart.
Neither of us liked to show our vulnerability; even in pain, we would choose to smile through it.
I pulled Laura to sit on the bed and took out a bottle of potion from a small bag. "I'll give you some painkillers. The wound won't hurt, and it will heal quickly."
Laura didn't refuse. She leaned on the bed,
