24. Condition

Quinn

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"It's getting better. Thank you for asking." I rolled back the bandage around my wound as I didn't want any bacteria around it. It's itchy, and there are times that I want to itch it so severely.

"Just add more antiseptic cream if it feels itchy," he suggested.

"That's what I've been doing, Xav. Last night was the worst. I was about to itch it, but I stopped myself. I ended up counting the sugar in bits and pieces." I rolled my tongue, and I wished it were a joke. But it wasn't a joke at all.

His eyebrows crossed, and he said, "What?" He chuckled slightly with an unbelievable smile and shook his head.

"Yes, I counted them because I couldn't sleep." I rested my arms on the sand while looking at the waves.

We were sunbathing. Initially, I was alone, but later he joined me.

I washed the cooking pot and used the sand as the scrubber. It worked. At least the black stain of the pot bum from the fire cooking got clean. Although it wasn't that clean but it's manageable.

"You a