The middle-aged man woke up with a huge gasp escaping from the unpleasant memories of yesterday's incident that came to him again in the form of a dream. He felt the throbbing pain throughout his body.
"Mister, good morning."
When the man looked up, he saw Erick holding a tray of food. The middle-aged man glanced at him with confusion.
"Where am I?"
"At my house. By the way, I am Erick." Erick muttered as he slowly put down the tray of food on the bedside table.
The middle-aged man sat up and leaned back on the headboard of the bed.
"Thank you for saving me, Erick… and thank you for not calling the cops nor bringing me in the hospital." The middle-aged aga man softly said to him, feeling grateful for what Erick had done.
Erick just nodded with a smile.
