Ellianor was not happy. He would rather risk a death than endure what he had to endure. Jello dragged him around like a sack of potatoes, in the last room of the clinic.
A bath filled with cold water was there. Worse, it undid the bandages. "Stop pouting like a child and enjoy your bath."
It tossed him inside the bath without a second thought, diving him into it without a care in the world. Ellianor felt his muscles tense, and then numb themselves because of the gold water.
His body relaxes completely, diving into the water. Jello jumps in it too, almost melting with the water.
It released another screech leaning on a pur, a cursed cacophony for anyone's ears.
Ellianor screeched in disagreement. The idea of sharing a bath did not make him happy, much less with an alien. While they were friends, they were not that good friends to share a bath together.
