Chapter 64: Clingy Cassian (1)
"You should get some rest first." Madeline carefully tried to help him lay down properly on the bed as his body was still weak from having to survive from that dangerous ordeal. "You’re injured enough as it is, you shouldn’t stress yourself by starting up a conversation, we can talk more once you get better."
"But..."
"I won’t speak to you if you don’t listen to me." With the tone of her voice sounding serious for the first time, Cassian was forced to lay back and not say a word. As much as he didn’t like the idea of keeping quiet, he found it pretty exciting to let a woman take charge of his decision, most especially when that woman turned out to be his own wife.
Just in time, Cassian could hear the door open amidst the darkness of his gaze. He knew it ought to be Inna and Orson cause he could hear their murmuring voices.
His eardrum had become a bit too sensitive which was very much unlike it, and he could easily hear things that were being said despite not standing close to them.
Another footstep approached his bedside, and the louder it became in his ear which was very unusual. Out of mere instinct, he whipped his head to the direction of the sound and one would easily mistake his actions for someone who could see.
The physician, who was afraid of telling them that the young man they had brought to his home for treatment might end up in a serious coma if he didn’t wake up, had miraculously opened his eyes.
That was what he had gone out to explain to Geoffrey so they could plan on taking him somewhere more developed for treatment, only to be interrupted by the two youngsters who informed him of the young man regaining consciousness. After that, Geoffrey took his leave without letting anyone know about it.
"How do you feel?"
"Blind." Cassian finally looked away after speaking a bit arrogantly to the middle-aged man. He felt unnecessarily annoyed that he had to explain this to a physician who should already be aware of what was going on with him. Afterall, he was the one who treated him back to health.
Waving a hand at the young lad’s face, the physician noticed Cassian’s unresponsiveness to the waving of his hand across the face, and his demeanor remained oddly calm. Normally, when someone even does that to his face, Cassian wouldn’t hesitate to slap that hand away, or even break it.