TRY TO REMEMBER.

   “M, I don’t think uncle’s going to overreact that much… you said he was just sleeping right? Then he won’t cry out in pain… if you’re worried then it should be about how he’ll feel seeing you after nearly three and a half months.”

     Nate shared his views in a concerning tone, stepping closer to the small hospital designed bed, observing the girl’s actions and getting  a better look at Maxwell’s resting figure as Marcel carefully adjusted his head back in place shortly after giving him the  strange liquid.

    “He saw me already, but the last time I may or may not have gone a bit overboard and said some things that might cause him to be... anxious.” She admitted guiltily, turning towards the boy with a look that said it all… ‘I know I was wrong, but please don’t lecture me.’