After a few minutes of walking, Liam arrived at the infirmary. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of Obed. That's when he saw him, standing just inside the entrance, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
Liam greeted Obed with a tentative smile, but Obed's response was less than enthusiastic. "Hum," he muttered, his lips pursed in a tight line. Liam felt a pang of disappointment, but he tried not to take it personally.
Obed asked Liam to follow him, and Liam did, his eyes fixed on Obed's back. He couldn't help but wonder what was going through Obed's mind. Was he still angry? Did he forgive Liam?
As they walked, Liam noticed that Obed seemed a bit stiff, his movements a bit more formal than usual. It was clear that he was still upset, and Liam didn't blame him one bit.
Liam thought to himself, "Was he still angry at what I said yesterday?" He had apologized to Obed, but it seemed that he still didn't want to talk to him just yet. Liam sighed to himself and followed after Obed.
Obed led Liam to a treatment room and asked him to settle down while he went for the materials for the dressing. Liam nodded, taking a seat on the bed. As Obed turned to leave, Liam called out to him.
"Are you still angry?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. Obed paused, his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't turn around.
"You don't have to worry about it," Obed replied, his voice low and even. "It's just my problem." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Liam to wonder what was wrong.
Liam thought to himself, "But why are you avoiding eye contact if it's not so?" He felt a pang of confusion and concern. What was going on with Obed? Why was he still upset?
As Liam sat in the treatment room, waiting for Obed to return, he couldn't help but think about their friendship. They had been friends for a long time, and Liam valued their relationship deeply.
He hoped that Obed would be able to forgive him soon, and that their friendship would be able to go back to normal. But for now, Liam was left to wonder what was going on with Obed, and why he was still upset.
The silence in the treatment room seemed to stretch on forever, punctuated only by the occasional beep of a machine or the rustle of papers. Liam shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his eyes fixed on the door as he waited for Obed to return.
As the minutes ticked by, Liam's thoughts turned to the events of the previous day. He had said some things to Obed that he now regretted, and although he had apologized, it seemed that Obed was still hurt.
Liam sighed to himself, feeling a pang of frustration. He had never meant to hurt Obed's feelings, and he hoped that their friendship would be able to withstand the strain.
But for now, Liam was left to wait and wonder what was going on with Obed. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his eyes fixed on the door as he waited for Obed to return with the materials for his dressing.
Liam reflected on the events of the previous day, thinking to himself about the importance of being cautious with his words. He realized that what might seem insignificant to him could have a profound impact on others.
Although it didn't seem like a big deal to him, and he hadn't intended to hurt anyone's feelings, Liam understood that his words had caused harm. He felt a pang of guilt and regret, knowing that he had been thoughtless and insensitive.
I've really learned my lesson the practical way, Liam thought to himself as he wallowed in guilt. He vowed to be more mindful of his words in the future, to consider how they might affect others before speaking.
Just then, Obed entered the room, carrying a tray containing the materials and instruments needed for Liam's dressing. Liam looked up, expecting Obed to acknowledge him, but instead, Obed evaded his eyes, acting as if he didn't see anything.
Liam felt a twinge of disappointment and concern. He knew that Obed was still upset with him, and he didn't blame him one bit. He wished that Obed would forgive him, but he understood that it would take time.
Obed's voice cut through the silence, his tone sarcastic and biting. "You should have taken your shirt off and lain on the bed by now, or are you waiting for me to do it, young master?" he said, his eyes flashing with annoyance.
Liam frowned at the tone Obed used, feeling a surge of defensiveness. But he bit back his retort, knowing that Obed was still hurt and angry. Instead, he remained silent, removing his shirt and lying down on the bed as instructed.
As he lay there, Liam couldn't help but feel a sense of remorse and regret. He wished that he could turn back the clock, take back the hurtful words he had spoken. But all he could do was move forward, hoping that Obed would eventually forgive him and that their friendship would be able to heal.