"I'm okay," I huffed, heavy breathing. "It was just the juice. Thank you for the help."
"You have to be careful, Natasha," Val groaned. "You can't be reckless, you are not 100% yet, you are still recovering, and you have to be back on your full health. You worry me so much that sometimes I feel like I'm going to faint of stress. Eat slowly, be careful when you drink, you have to take care of yourself too, you're also important, not just me."
I sat down, staring up at him, blinking, dumbfounded with his burst, "Okay, sorry."
He sighed, "Is that all you have to say?"
"Sorry. I'll be more mindful, I don't want you to faint because of me."
His lips parted in dismay, "You should be saying that you will take care of you, for you, not just because it could make me faint!"
Pressing my lips together, I looked down at my plate, "But I don't want you to faint."
"Natasha, you also matters," he cried exasperated.
I met his eyes again, "Okay."
