TWENTY THREE
"But-" Eden kept on complaining. "I told you - you're staying home," Blake's patience was slowly running out. It wasn't hard to figure out from the way his knuckles turned whiter by second. "But I-," Eden wouldn't give up. "Just leave it and-" Blake was raising his voice. This had been going on for nearly half an hour. And I truly had heard enough of this. "Will both of you shut up already? Seriously, complaining like two 10-year-olds. Grow up, will you?" I sighed, turning to Eden, "you're not going anywhere, not leaving this bed, unless I say so, got it? Your brother is right, your health is the priority, screw anything else," I turned to Blake, "you know better than let this i***t get to you." There was a moment of silence. Blake nodded, smiling: "thanks, Ru," he turned to leave,
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