But... Mo Buyan had been asleep in bed for barely ten minutes when Wild Wolf walked in. He glanced at
Mo Buyan, who was still lying in bed and fast asleep,
then reached out and picked him up like a little chick.
"This kid—I'll find him somewhere else to sleep. You're injured; you can't be disturbed."
Without waiting for me to say anything, Wild Wolf turned around and carried Mo Buyan out.
"Hey... could you listen to me for a second?"
My mouth twitched, but aside from me, there was no one else in the empty room who could possibly hear me.
Besides, my injuries weren't that serious... He should know that!
Oh well. What could I say? If he wanted to do it, he could.
I leaned back against the bed, looked at the glucose IV bag, now empty, pulled out the needle, and tossed it aside. Then I pulled the covers over myself and went to sleep.
I slept all the way until the next day.
When I opened my eyes, a dark figure was standing beside the bed. I sat up instinctively and looked closer. It was... Wild Wolf, peeling an apple.
He was holding a small apple, one of the fruits that hadn't mutated after the apocalypse. All in all, it was pretty precious.
"Awake?"
Wild Wolf glanced at me, then picked up a plate with a neat row of apples carved into little rabbits.
"I didn't know you could do that."
I paused, picked up a toothpick stuck into one of the apple rabbits, and looked at the evenly carved little figures before putting it in my mouth.
"Mm. When I was sick as a kid, my mom always cut apples like this... to coax me into eating them."
Wild Wolf glanced at me, then