(Asaka Point of View)
I sit up on the bed I am in as I look around. I don't see anyone but I can tell I am home again, which is good. I wonder where my darling is. Oh wait, he is still going to be locked in his room. Shit. I should go get him. I removed my blanket and put my legs over when I realized I am missing my left leg. What happened while I was out? I know this was the leg I got stabbed in. It might have been covered in something. Isn't the first time someone has tried to kill me and won't be the last. Plus, with an attack that big, I shouldn't be surprised. I hear someone yell "shit". It sounds like my darling. What happened? What's going on? What did he do?
I hear the door up so I look up and I see my darling with a tray of food. Did he make me breakfast? He is so adorable. He seems surprised. Why is he- shit, my leg. I cover my legs up as I stay sitting up. I smile at him. I look at him when I see he has a towel on his hand. My smile drops when I see it. Is that what he yelled about?
"Hi there darling, what are you doing? And what happened?"
"I made you breakfast. I didn't think you would be awake yet. You didn't seem to be in good condition when you came in so I thought you would still be asleep for a while. I burned my hand while making you your plate."
Oh. So he was surprised about me being awake. Wait, who let him out of his room? He should still be in his room, after all, I locked it when I left so he should still be in his room. I didn't leave the key in the room, I know I didn't. "Quick question, how did you get out of your room?"
"What do you mean? The door was unlocked when I woke up and I didn't have my leash on." I didn't lock the door when I left? I thought I did. And I forgot to put his leash back on. I really was tired when I left. I didn't even think about double-checking it so he wouldn't leave but then again, he is still here. He didn't run and I most likely forgot to lock the doors so he could have left but he stayed. He stayed with me. He could have left but he stayed with me. He is perfect. Maybe I should spend my time showing him that since I can imagine working will be hard and I will have to contact the police station and come up with something for them to understand what happened. "Baby? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am. I was just worried about you leaving and you stayed."
"Did you not mean to leave with my door unlocked and my leash off?"
"No, I didn't. I had to rush to work and I was half asleep so I didn't think about it and just assumed I did it."
"Oh. Should I have stayed in the room?"
"No, you are fine. Now, why don't you come join me?" He smiles at me and I smile back at him. He hands me the tray before crawling into bed with me. I make sure he has enough room on the bed with me. "How about we deal with your hand?"
"Alright. We can do that."
I lightly grab his hand before taking off the towel. It doesn't look back and he does have some ice on it. "How is the pain?"
"It's okay. It hurts less now. It was mainly the burning that hurt."
"I'm glad." I rewrap his hand before looking back at him. It seems like he should be fine. Plus, I can always have my doctors look at it to be safe. "So what did you make for me?"
"Well, I forgot what the English word for omleta was so instead of making an omelet I made oatmeal so when I realized my mistake, I made you an omelet as well."
Aww. He is so adorable. Even when he makes mistakes. "That's very sweet of you darling. It does look good."
"Thank you. I did burn the oatmeal a bit so hopefully that is fine."
I kiss his forehead. "It is darling." I start eating and it is really good. The berries do help with the burnt part of the oatmeal. The omelet does seem a bit plain but I'm not going to say that out loud. I want him to be happy with what he did. Plus, it still tastes good. "Where did you learn to cook?"
"Well I learned how to cook when I was young but that was mainly just the basics and I didn't cook much until I started living on my own, where I learned how to cook a bit more and more things."
I look down at my food again, knowing I am going to lie a bit. "Oh? Well, you definitely do know what you are doing when given a recipe."
"Thank you. I did my best. So how are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. Today or yesterday was hard. Whenever I was at work, I will have to call in to explain what happened"
"Does your boss not know?"
"No, he doesn't. He just knows that I was out." It's not really a lie as my boss doesn't know and I am supposed to look around for suspicious individuals during my next shift so if I were to get hurt, it wouldn't be a surprise. Maybe losing a leg would be but I'm sure it could be worse.
"Why don't you finish and I will try my best to explain? Then you don't have to worry about it and if your boss has any questions, he can ask you later."
What? Why would he do that? I mean, that would be a big help and then I can think of my lie a bit more and also talk to Frey about this all, after all, they don't even know of my condition yet. "Sure. That works out great."
"Perfect, then where is your phone?"
"I don't know. I think I took it to work with me so it is either destroyed or in the bedroom."
My darling nods his head before leaving. I guess now I have to wait for him to get back.