Six months had passed without anything much happening inside the wooden hut. Jean was still bedridden for some reason, and he only got slightly better after so long.
Jean could get up from the bed by himself, but he couldn't even walk at least ten steps from the bed. Jean was permanently bedridden, but Matthew seemed to enjoy it.
Every day was a holiday for Matthew, and the task of taking care of Jean… was more like a daily reward for him as well.
Jean was uncomfortable at first because Matthew also helped him to take a bath and change clothes. But Jean got used to it after a while. He allowed Matthew to help him with everything. Gradually, Jean became dependent on Matthew.
"Slowly, Young Master…" Matthew said as he helped Jean to walk towards the door. Matthew already made a rocking chair for Jean, so he could stare at the beautiful forest in front of him while Mattew was busy hunting for food or scavenging in the nearby city if available.
