Seeing the little girl pattering off to fetch the Den Den Mushi, Randall quickly reached out and held her back with a hand on her head.
With a rueful smile, he said:
"I'll do it!"
It seemed Zephyr really, really wanted to beat him up...
Then again, I'm still injured. Surely Zephyr wouldn't be that heartless...
Randall swallowed and picked up the Den Den Mushi.
Although Randall didn't have social anxiety, at that moment, he found himself fully sympathizing with those who did.
So even making a phone call can be this terrifying...
Someone on the other end picked up almost immediately.
The Den Den Mushi promptly sprouted purple hair.
"You're awake, brat? I'll be right there!"
Zephyr's voice came from the other end, betraying neither anger nor pleasure.
Before Randall could say anything, Zephyr hung up.
Randall couldn't help swallowing again.
Is... is His Majesty about to meet an untimely end...?
"Randall, what's wrong? Why are you shaking?"
"Umm, I'm fine. I just suddenly feel a little cold."
As he spoke, Randall quietly returned to bed and pulled his little blanket over himself.
Only a few minutes later, Zephyr's muscular figure appeared in the doorway.
Seeing Zephyr storm in, Randall immediately shut his eyes, then opened them a crack to sneak a peek at him.
Zephyr slowly walked to the bedside in silence, then asked unhurriedly:
"You're all better now, brat?"
At that, Randall immediately began groaning.
"Ow... ow..."
He sounded utterly drained.
Then he struggled to sit up and reach for Zephyr's hand.
But he always fell just a little short, unable to get himself up.
So his shoulder led his elbow, his elbow led his wrist, and he reached for him.
Yet no matter what he did, he couldn't reach.
When his left hand failed, Randall switched