you were sitting at the edge of the bed, reading a book, in the bed was Kyojiro Rengoku, sleeping in his small form, you looked back at him from time to time, that bamboo muzzle on him, the the box you were given to carry him and the medicine you're supposed to take by now. You closed the curtains so the sunlight won't burn him if he woke up, and sat back down to read, checking the clock, counting the floor tiles, the lightbulbs, or the words in the book. You were getting worried about him.
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