Since Mr.K finally opened his eyes, Clara did not move the slightest bit from the chair beside Mr.K's bed.
"Aren't you tired of looking at me like that?" asked Mr.K weakly.
Clara quickly shook her head.
"You won't pass out again, will you?" Clara asked Mr.K with her gaze, focused on Mr.K.
"You take it easy. I'm fine ..... are you worried about me?" said Mr.K to Clara.
Clara quickly nodded her head.
"Of course I'm worried about you .... you don't wake up after the operation ... especially if you don't exist .... then who will protect me?" said Clara as best she could.
"Yea ... yea ... yea ... I really like your bodyguard, huh? .... -" said Mr.K sadly while cutting her sentence.
"But at least I'm glad you're worried about me," continued Mr.K.
Clara was silent to hear Mr. K's reply, which sounded painful.
