The hospital corridor was filled with the familiar scent of antiseptic.
Inside the ward, Zeth lay weakly on the bed. When he saw Viviane enter, he forced a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," Zeth said softly, his voice laced with exhaustion.
Viviane took his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm.
"You're lying to me again," she said, half-pouting. "Your back must be killing you."
Before Zeth could respond, Viviane's eyes had already turned red. A chandelier that big had fallen on him. How could it not hurt?
Zeth gazed at her and shook his head. "It doesn't hurt. Really."
He even attempted to turn around to show her, but the moment he moved...
"Hiss..."
Hearing Zeth suck in a sharp breath, Viviane panicked and immediately steadied him. "What are you doing? Do you even realize how bad y
