Still in the gazebo of the park near the hospital, one could hear the drops hitting the roof, accompanying Treit's steady breathing.
Indeed, she had fallen into a deep sleep once again.
Benjamin remained motionless, staring at nothing in particular, with only one goal in mind:
To win.
Despite the discomfort of his numb legs, Benjamin didn't want to move and risk waking Treit.
After all, if he did and she made noise because of it, she would likely blame him, thus nullifying the bet... although there was no rule regarding that.
What if he pushed her?
'No, no... she's healing Ethan's sister, I can't do that,' Benjamin quickly thought to calm his competitive side.
The minutes passed slowly, and the sound of rain began to diminish, leaving a distant echo of falling drops.
