Sir Ares, Goodnight

Grayson's eyes widened. "You can get used to this?"

Angeline remained silent, her heart thrumming frantically.

Grayson had misunderstood Angeline. He honestly believed that she was a heroine of the ages who feared nothing at all. He immediately jumped to follow her orders.

By the time Grayson had arranged the medical team onto the vehicle and returned to the hospital room, he found Jay waiting for him with an extremely sour expression. "Where have you been? What took you so long?" Jay's tone was exceptionally cold.

Grayson replied carefully, "The hospital's care workers are rather busy, so only the rookie could take the time to care for you. But she's not as skilled as the others." Jay lifted his dark eyes.

Setting his gaze at the door, he found the corner of a cerulean blue uniform peeking out from the side of the door, shuffling about like a mollusk.

Jay found himself easily picturing the unease on its owner's face and their desire to delay the inevitable despite not being able to see the person themself. "Come in," Jay demanded.

Angeline entered with the wheelchair, entering the room deliberately slow with her head held down.

the side of the bed, she tilted her head

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