~CELIE’S POV~
Sure enough, there is no necessity for me to be here. Nonetheless, I find myself dragged to the infirmary, waiting outside the treatment room to see when Egon will be left alone.
It is only when the nurse bandaid his injuries that his people remove themselves from the room one by one. Seizing the opportune moment, I scoot to his side. Fairly familiar with my position in his life, I know that it doesn’t seem virtuous for me to express my concern about his well-being in seclusion like this. Yet, I do the contrary.
“Are you alright? Your back doesn’t look good,” I say ruefully, with tears brimming in my solemn eyes.
Gobsmacked, he asks me, “Are you crying for me?”
“No,” I wipe my eyes, not willing to allow him to entertain the idea that I care for him.
Exercising good
