Naturally, Hisoka's words received no response from Cordis, but he clearly did not care much. Cordis had a vicious tongue, and sometimes Hisoka actually found him more appealing unconscious like this.
He bent down slightly, his eyes fixed on Cordis with satisfied amusement.
Suddenly, he reached out and removed the mask covering Cordis's face, then scooped him into his arms with both hands. The tubes attached to Cordis snapped at once. Hisoka was anything but gentle.
If anything, he was downright brutal.
Cordis's wounds had only just been stitched shut. The tugging made traces of blood seep through the bandages wrapped around them.
The nearby monitors also began to beep faintly.
Hisoka ignored them. He cradled Cordis's head with one hand and supported his frail back with the other.
His expression was placid as he gazed at Cordis, taking in his bandaged right eye, his slightly sunken cheeks, and his skin, so pale it held no trace of color.
His hand stroked Cordis's back.
He could distinctly feel every bone. There really was no flesh on him at all.
Once the full extent of Cordis's condition sank in, Hisoka could not help frowning. "Don't they feed you?" he complained to Cordis.
Then he looked at Knuckle, still asleep nearby. "Isn't this fellow a good friend of yours? Doesn't he know to feed you? Heh, some friend he is."
As he spoke, a broad smile spread across Hisoka's face. He suddenly leaned close to Cordis. "Why don't you come with me~? I'm sure I can take good care of you~" He paused.
"I probably can't take good care of you~ But I can hire someone to do it~ What do you think?~"
Once again, only prolonged silence answered him, but Hisoka was unexpectedly delighted. "Nothing to say?~ Then that's a yes~"