"Christian, are you awake?" A voice chimed.
My eyes were still closed, waving whoever was there away, a soft nudge, a pull of the arm and I finally awakened. Only to find Noah wanting to do a check-up like usual, my life is that of a sick patient and no one wants to believe this was a spite tactic from another reality.
My regular butler-like clothing sat in the dresser in the closet where they have stayed almost a couple of weeks now. I learned I am the only sickly one in the clan itself while I am grateful I have grown to hate myself.
I have stopped fighting them doing as Chara had recommended by allowing them to do as they see fit. Giving a small smile as they watched me silent as a lamb, Everett seemed happier about becoming more compliant.
