I don’t know how long I have slept. I wasn’t able to take medicines like Genius said. But when I opened my eyes, I saw him sitting on my bed while watching me.
I choked on nothing as heat started to rush to my face. What the hell is he doing? Did he watch me sleep? I tried to sit up on the bed and he immediately helped me.
“Are you okay?” he asked me as he kept me under the sheets even when I’m already sitting on the bed. “I cooked porridge. You should eat something,” he said in a concerned tone of voice.
I nodded slowly. “How many hours was I asleep?” I asked him.
Genius smiled weakly. “Four hours,” he replied. “You need to rest more after eating.”
I nodded. “Okay,” I replied without further questions.
I can remember what happened a while ago clearly. His words. His expression
