"I can eat myself, Merki."
"No! Your arms are brutally wounded. You can't eat alone. Just open your mouth."
"I'm not a kid though."
"You're still a kid. Open your mouth now!" Merki retorted as she pushed the spoon toward his mouth.
'I'm literally at least 4 times your age goddammit!' He yelled in his head. The feeling of embarrassment of getting fed by a kid was just too much for him.
In his lifetime, Arthur sustained way worse injuries than this and he still could deal with it alone. Being spoiled like this for these technically minimal injuries was just foreign to him.
As they were arguing like that, the door to the room opened before three heads peeked slowly.
Merki and Arthur looked back only to see the other boys there, watching them with hesitant curiosity.
"You woke up, Art?" Mino asked curiously as he kicked the door open with a wide smile. "Thank god you're ok, dude. You scared the living hell out of us.
