Nico couldn't help but glare at the boy in front of him. Noon had fallen now, and the sound of crickets and small insects rose like a soft chorus outside the Woodvale's house.
"Why didn't you tell me!?" he angrily asked and sat at edge of his bed. Llenard coyly smiled and scratched the back of his head.
"I don't want you getting worried over this small matter," he answered and shrugged his shoulders. Nico heaved a sigh. The pike has grazed Llenard's back and the wound was infected.
"I'm your friend, you should have told me," Nico agrued back while crossing his arms.
"Alright, my fault. I'm sorry," Llenard said and raised his hands. "Did you finished the gown?" he asked and stretched. He grimaced when the wound on his back ache. Nico took a clean towel.
"Can you bend over," Nico said.
