Alexander walked along the quiet floor where the medical units were kept, watching the two women sleeping peacefully. The pair still hadn't fully recovered from the day Asmodeus appeared and attacked them.
"They both look so young—how can those sexy women be mothers..."
'Why does she still sleep like a slob when sick?' He thought to himself, looking at Brunhild, who had kicked away the blanket and was lying face down with her ass in the air. It didn't help that the blonde refused to wear clothes to sleep.
He didn't look for long, lifting her sheet, pushing her over and enjoying the alluring shake of her heavy breasts that flopped over when she lay on her side.
'I heard she sometimes wakes up and helps, but other than that, her mind is unstable...' Alexander recalled what he had been told.
Brunhild's condition was rather strange. Her mental state fluctuated between lucidity and instability, which made her a danger to herself.
