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"You're awake," Luke seemed a bit surprised.
I nodded my head. I needed to recover as fast as possible to go to the building to see if it was the one inside my dreams. I smiled, hoping he didn't notice that I was searching things up before he entered the room. If he knew I was planning on escaping from this room as soon as I recovered, it was a one-way trip to his villa. I didn't know if I had the confidence to escape from the villa from my prior experience of being confined in a room in one of his mansions.
"Brother told me you would wake up around the evening," he looked outside.
The sun poured in from the windows, showing it was the peak in the afternoon. I knew that an entire day had passed as we arrived in the second district near the evening. I was glad Luke didn't appear upset anymore as if he had calmed down. His fingers moved in the air like he was messaging the others about the news.
I winced when he gently pulled the needle out of my hand. Instead, he brought out another powdered drink. He tipped on the bottle on my lips as I started to swallow the medicine dripping into my throat. My eyes quivered when I was feeling full, unable to drink anymore. Luke noticed, but didn't stop pouring the drink. Did he want me to vomit again?
"One more bottle," Luke smiled when he managed to empty one bottle.
I managed to conquer the strength to shake my head to decline. I could still feel the drink on the edge of my throat. My stomach felt extremely queasy as the medicine swayed back and forth inside it. My cheeks puffed as I could feel everything rising from their places. Luke quickly noticed and brought a big bowl for me to vomit in. I instantly felt better after getting rid of the drink in my body.
This was why I refused to open my mouth when Luke opened the other bottle. He ended up placing the bottle beside the cabinet near my bed, giving up as usual. Seeing the poor state of my body, I wondered why I had to live this kind of life. Would I always get injured no matter what I did and suffer through all these medicines for the rest of my life? It was always me. I was always the target.
I got scolded for doing the most ordinary things since anything could act as the trigger to make me the target. Somewhere, deep down, I knew I couldn't blame everything on Luke. He was just trying his best to keep me alive. My body was almost paralyzed, making me unable to do anything I wanted. All I could do was to watch him read another one of his books while he kept an eye on me. It was always like this.
"The others are coming soon to heal you," he closed his book.
Heal worked the best when the injured person was awake. I nodded my head as everyone I knew walked into the room. Every one of them pushed themselves to heal me as much as possible before someone else took their place. Within a few minutes, I was able to talk again. Heal, which was supposedly rarely used, was almost used all the time these days.
"How did this all happen?" I wondered what happened while I was inside the cave.
"You started to bleed to your death while you slept," Luke answered.
"Why?" I didn't particularly do anything.
"We still don't know," Shelly frowned.
I became speechless. One day, I might die while sleeping when I was exploring the cave. I needed to find sleeping beauty as fast as possible. I tried to get out of my bed as the others already left once they performed their roles. I had to go to that building today. I didn't care if I was in a nightgown or how my muscles cried when I walked.
"I think I know the reason why," I stood up, grabbing onto the headboard of my bed.
"I'm dying inside my dreams once I enter that cave," I shuddered.
I needed to leave this room. I needed to kill sleeping beauty to save myself. They didn't know how serious this was. I staggered as I walked towards the door. When I turned the doorknob, it was locked. I wouldn't be too surprised if there were other spells to keep me from teleporting out of this room.
"Can you let me out of this room?" I turned to Luke.
"I need to live. I just need an hour at most. There's some place I have to visit," I explained when he stayed silent.
"I told you, you can't leave this room as an exchange for leaving the villa," Luke tapped his fingers on top of the cabinet.
He couldn't be serious. I flopped onto the bed from that ridiculous deal that I didn't remember making. I had a good clue to solving everything and I couldn't do anything about it as long as I was stuck inside this room.
"You can come with me. It's only a ten-minute walk away from this hotel maximum. I'm doing this to live. I'm doing this so I don't bleed to death anymore. So please? Can't you make an exception this time?" I begged him.
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"You're awake," Luke seemed a bit surprised.
I nodded my head. I needed to recover as fast as possible to go to the building to see if it was the one inside my dreams. I smiled, hoping he didn't notice that I was searching things up before he entered the room. If he knew I was planning on escaping from this room as soon as I recovered, it was a one-way trip to his villa. I didn't know if I had the confidence to escape from the villa from my prior experience of being confined in a room in one of his mansions.
"Brother told me you would wake up around the evening," he looked outside.
The sun poured in from the windows, showing it was the peak in the afternoon. I knew that an entire day had passed as we arrived in the second district near the evening. I was glad Luke didn't appear upset anymore as if he had calmed down. His fingers moved in the air like he was messaging the others about the news.
I winced when he gently pulled the needle out of my hand. Instead, he brought out another powdered drink. He tipped on the bottle on my lips as I started to swallow the medicine dripping into my throat. My eyes quivered when I was feeling full, unable to drink anymore. Luke noticed, but didn't stop pouring the drink. Did he want me to vomit again?
"One more bottle," Luke smiled when he managed to empty one bottle.
I managed to conquer the strength to shake my head to decline. I could still feel the drink on the edge of my throat. My stomach felt extremely queasy as the medicine swayed back and forth inside it. My cheeks puffed as I could feel everything rising from their places. Luke quickly noticed and brought a big bowl for me to vomit in. I instantly felt better after getting rid of the drink in my body.
This was why I refused to open my mouth when Luke opened the other bottle. He ended up placing the bottle beside the cabinet near my bed, giving up as usual. Seeing the poor state of my body, I wondered why I had to live this kind of life. Would I always get injured no matter what I did and suffer through all these medicines for the rest of my life? It was always me. I was always the target.
I got scolded for doing the most ordinary things since anything could act as the trigger to make me the target. Somewhere, deep down, I knew I couldn't blame everything on Luke. He was just trying his best to keep me alive. My body was almost paralyzed, making me unable to do anything I wanted. All I could do was to watch him read another one of his books while he kept an eye on me. It was always like this.
"The others are coming soon to heal you," he closed his book.
Heal worked the best when the injured person was awake. I nodded my head as everyone I knew walked into the room. Every one of them pushed themselves to heal me as much as possible before someone else took their place. Within a few minutes, I was able to talk again. Heal, which was supposedly rarely used, was almost used all the time these days.
"How did this all happen?" I wondered what happened while I was inside the cave.
"You started to bleed to your death while you slept," Luke answered.
"Why?" I didn't particularly do anything.
"We still don't know," Shelly frowned.
I became speechless. One day, I might die while sleeping when I was exploring the cave. I needed to find sleeping beauty as fast as possible. I tried to get out of my bed as the others already left once they performed their roles. I had to go to that building today. I didn't care if I was in a nightgown or how my muscles cried when I walked.
"I think I know the reason why," I stood up, grabbing onto the headboard of my bed.
"I'm dying inside my dreams once I enter that cave," I shuddered.
I needed to leave this room. I needed to kill sleeping beauty to save myself. They didn't know how serious this was. I staggered as I walked towards the door. When I turned the doorknob, it was locked. I wouldn't be too surprised if there were other spells to keep me from teleporting out of this room.
"Can you let me out of this room?" I turned to Luke.
"I need to live. I just need an hour at most. There's some place I have to visit," I explained when he stayed silent.
"I told you, you can't leave this room as an exchange for leaving the villa," Luke tapped his fingers on top of the cabinet.
He couldn't be serious. I flopped onto the bed from that ridiculous deal that I didn't remember making. I had a good clue to solving everything and I couldn't do anything about it as long as I was stuck inside this room.
"You can come with me. It's only a ten-minute walk away from this hotel maximum. I'm doing this to live. I'm doing this so I don't bleed to death anymore. So please? Can't you make an exception this time?" I begged him.
"You're awake," Luke seemed a bit surprised. I nodded my head. I needed to recover as fast as possible to go to the building to see if it was the one inside my dreams. I smiled, hoping he didn't notice that I was searching things up before he entered the room. If he knew I was planning on escaping from this room as soon as I recovered, it was a one-way trip to his villa. I didn't know if I had the confidence to escape from the villa from my prior experience of being confined in a room in one of his mansions. "Brother told me you would wake up around the evening," he looked outside. The sun poured in from the windows, showing it was the peak in the afternoon. I knew that an entire day had passed as we arrived in the second district near the evening. I was glad Luke didn't appear upset anymore as if he had calmed down. His fingers moved in the air like he was messaging the others about the news. I winced when he gently pulled the needle out of my hand. Instead, he brought out another powdered drink. He tipped on the bottle on my lips as I started to swallow the medicine dripping into my throat. My eyes quivered when I was feeling full, unable to drink anymore. Luke noticed, but didn't stop pouring the drink. Did he want me to vomit again? "One more bottle," Luke smiled when he managed to empty one bottle. I managed to conquer the strength to shake my head to decline. I could still feel the drink on the edge of my throat. My stomach felt extremely queasy as the medicine swayed back and forth inside it. My cheeks puffed as I could feel everything rising from their places. Luke quickly noticed and brought a big bowl for me to vomit in. I instantly felt better after getting rid of the drink in my body. This was why I refused to open my mouth when Luke opened the other bottle. He ended up placing the bottle beside the cabinet near my bed, giving up as usual. Seeing the poor state of my body, I wondered why I had to live this kind of life. Would I always get injured no matter what I did and suffer through all these medicines for the rest of my life? It was always me. I was always the target. I got scolded for doing the most ordinary things since anything could act as the trigger to make me the target. Somewhere, deep down, I knew I couldn't blame everything on Luke. He was just trying his best to keep me alive. My body was almost paralyzed, making me unable to do anything I wanted. All I could do was to watch him read another one of his books while he kept an eye on me. It was always like this. "The others are coming soon to heal you," he closed his book. Heal worked the best when the injured person was awake. I nodded my head as everyone I knew walked into the room. Every one of them pushed themselves to heal me as much as possible before someone else took their place. Within a few minutes, I was able to talk again. Heal, which was supposedly rarely used, was almost used all the time these days. "How did this all happen?" I wondered what happened while I was inside the cave. "You started to bleed to your death while you slept," Luke answered. "Why?" I didn't particularly do anything. "We still don't know," Shelly frowned. I became speechless. One day, I might die while sleeping when I was exploring the cave. I needed to find sleeping beauty as fast as possible. I tried to get out of my bed as the others already left once they performed their roles. I had to go to that building today. I didn't care if I was in a nightgown or how my muscles cried when I walked. "I think I know the reason why," I stood up, grabbing onto the headboard of my bed. "I'm dying inside my dreams once I enter that cave," I shuddered. I needed to leave this room. I needed to kill sleeping beauty to save myself. They didn't know how serious this was. I staggered as I walked towards the door. When I turned the doorknob, it was locked. I wouldn't be too surprised if there were other spells to keep me from teleporting out of this room. "Can you let me out of this room?" I turned to Luke. "I need to live. I just need an hour at most. There's some place I have to visit," I explained when he stayed silent. "I told you, you can't leave this room as an exchange for leaving the villa," Luke tapped his fingers on top of the cabinet. He couldn't be serious. I flopped onto the bed from that ridiculous deal that I didn't remember making. I had a good clue to solving everything and I couldn't do anything about it as long as I was stuck inside this room. "You can come with me. It's only a ten-minute walk away from this hotel maximum. I'm doing this to live. I'm doing this so I don't bleed to death anymore. So please? Can't you make an exception this time?" I begged him.
