The click of Leonel's hotel room door sounded as it closed once more. Aina's lingering fragrance still hung by his bedside.
He had already lost count of the number of times she had fed him over these last few weeks. Though he was baffled that it was taking him this long to heal, he was even more baffled by her persistence. The two hadn't even exchanged a single word in all this time, she didn't try to speak with him about anything, and it felt as though she had said all the words she wanted to say that day.
She wasn't asking for anything, so Leonel didn't even have something to reject. And, he was stuck in bed like this and hardly had the strength to lift a single finger, and clearly his mother and grandmother had some sort of tacit understanding to avoid this room at all costs. It should have been them nursing him back to health, but here he was in this awkward situation his advancement in brain power seemed to be no help solving.
