It had been two days since the shooting incident, and Anxia had almost fully recovered―her fever had gone down, and the bruises had faded. All that was left was the gunshot wound, which still needed time to be covered fully.
Richard helped Anxia support her body to get up when she woke up.
Just as she was about to walk to the bathroom, Richard helped her carry her and opened the bathroom door―which was quite annoying since Anxia still could walk and use her other hand.
"I can walk, you know."
"Your leg is still injured." was Richard's answer emphatically.
Well, Anxia's feet still had bruises, but she didn't feel any pain anymore.
Likewise, when she was about to eat, Richard fed her. Or when she was about to open a drink bottle, Richard opened it.
Well, Anxia felt especially delighted to have her husband's attention. But if the man didn't let her do anything, when would she be able to recover? It would weaken her state instead.
