"Sir."
Lucas turned his head when someone came into his room, found Harry looking... worried about him? Hey .. that look he didn't like.
"Don't look at me like that or you'll get kicked out of here."
Harry swallowed hard his saliva when he heard his Master's cold words. What's wrong with his eyes? He was only really worried about his Master's condition after receiving a deadly shot from the bastard Erg, but his Master was still normal and instead said strange things to him. Why?
"I shouldn't have brought you back immediately and told Mr. Frans to deal with you immediately if it ended up like this," he was annoyed by taking a seat next to his Master. "Ah. I also shouldn't have to bother calming Miss because I keep crying over your situation."
Bug!
"Ah!" Harry groaned at the sudden kick in his stomach. He clutched his stomach and glanced at his Master who was silent and instead adjusted the position of the blanket. Fuck!
