I knew that he would be protective of Phoebe.
I rolled over. "What are you doing here?"
With my back towards Leonard, I couldn't see his expression. I only heard him say, "How's your injury?"
"I'm not going to die, if that's what you're asking," I said coldly.
After that, I closed my eyes to sleep.
He pried my eyes open. "Other than that, how do you feel?"
I slapped his hand away and yelled, "What the f*ck's wrong with you?"
I fell silent after that.
I was outraged, and I didn't even know why.
Leonard didn't get mad at me for yelling at him. He looked at me questioningly.
I felt a little nervous. "What are you looking at?"
He curled his lips. "Since you still have the strength to throw a tantrum, I suppose that means you have the strength for other things."
His expression was r
