Sunday morning and I still feel so weak. My legs were still in pain, and since then, they've been hurting. I wasn’t able to move while sleeping. Garet entered my room, and he looked relieved when I was able to sit on my bed. He's holding a glass of water and a plate of rice and eggs. We taught him how to cook and he mastered it immediately, so he was able to bring us food here. I smiled at him while watching him walk to my bed. He just put the tray on my side table and sat on my bed to check my legs.
"Just a few rests and you'll be fine," he said after checking on me.
"How is Zoelle?" I asked.
She’s fine already. She just received a few bruises and it could be healed by a cold compress, so don’t worry anymore, "he answered while preparing my food in front of me.
"Thank you," I sincerel
