Night at his House 2

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Knock, knock.

“I told you...” Vince said angrily. “...that I will not eat—”

He stopped for a while when he saw who was entering his room with a tray of his food and medicine. We stared at each other.

“Special delivery for a baboon who is also a prince named Vince,” I said full of sarcasm while smiling.

The prince was annoyed because his forehead suddenly wrinkled. He’s already sick yet he still looks like a baboon.

“What are you doing here?” he asked me in wonder and it was obvious to me that he was only holding back his anger because he was offended by what I said.

“Didn't you hear? Is your sickness so bad that you can't hear me anymore?” my answers.

It looks like the heat of his fever has increased because of anger. “Can you just leave if you have nothing good to say, Xania?” he sneered. “And I'm not in pain—”

“First of all...” I in